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I had this thought in my head for a long time
This probably won’t mean anything for many of you
But it sure means a hell a lot to me
I’m going to talk about Molds, like clay molds
Except I’m going to be talking about the molds that made us
Specifically the one that made my father and me as well
They defiantly broke the mold when they made my Father
And they most certainly broke for my mother
This is true for anyone
They don’t throw away the pieces for the broken molds
They use them to make new molds
Children
This is where I make my point
I’m sure my family would say that I was made from the same mold as my Father
That is partially true
They tried to rebuild my Father’s mold to make me but they couldn’t complete it
So they had to use pieces from my Mother
Few people would not like to see that
My Mother included
Namely because my Father died
As sad and bad as it sounds they want a replacement
As I look and act a lot like my Father I became the replacement
But I’m failing
Because I am different from my Father in many ways
Because with any good Sculpture there is always a little customation
Those are made you and other people
It is one of the things that make us who we are
For example:
My Father used to barrow money from my Grandmother just to get a hair cut
I stopped getting haircuts since high school
And I really don’t like short hair nor did I ever like getting Haircuts
That also brings me to another point
Everyone in my family says that be hair would be short if my Father was Alive
The point here is that you never really truly understand someone
You could know and live with them for a thousand years and you would never know them fully
The reason I say this because My father told me once when I was young and arguing with him about getting a haircut, he told that I could grow my hair as long as I want so long as I kept it
I think I’m doing that considering that I’m one of the few long haired males that don’t just push their hair to the side making a fringe or whatever you call them
I’m getting far from the my main topic
I guess what I’m saying is that it annoys me when they want me to fill my dad’s shoes
I don’t know how to fill those I can only fill my own
Witch I’m assuming that’s what he did
And he was and is one the most loved men in this life
I would say that me and my father know for leaving lasting impressions
But we both do that in our own ways
Also despite what she may think
I am like my Mother as much as I am like my Father

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