In a way, I might be able to understand him. I, too, would have wanted to know the man behind my father when I grew up. I only knew the man who worked in law, not the man who lived his passions. However, my personal objective was to give my son what my father never gave me - a look at the truth behind the mask. Yet, at the time I finally found the courage, I'd worn the mask for so long that it was all my son knew of me.

It seemed that just because I was ready to let it fall, he was not.