I heard my father say my name for the first time six months ago, and mind you, he wasn't even talking to me or trying to call me. I overheard him over the phone when he called my maestro, and I happened to be next to him when he answered. To be honest, it doesn't matter how many times I think about it, it's not normal, it's not right. I'm pretty sure this is the main reason why I hate my name, he gave it to me and never used it, he never actually talks to me. I can't believe I'm gonna be 31 years old in 5 days and I still have daddy issues. How pathetic, uh? Another thing I'm struggling with lately is the idea of taking money from him (he implied he's gonna pay for the kiln), I feel sooo guilty about it. But if that's all I can get from him, because this is the only language he knows, I should not stress about it, right?











