I enjoyed the piece by Robert McCrum regarding my father. I always find it interesting to read about him as a writer and what the world thinks of him, but for me, he is my father. The man who gave me a second chance. The man who, to a huge extent, motivated me to turn my life around. He listened to my options even if he disagreed and probed me to look deeper into them.
He never twisted the truth, even if it was ugly. He said it as he saw it. The way French describes him in the book only made me realise that he is human. Human beings make choices, whether they are good or bad, and that is what sets us apart from animals.
He lived a life and a full one. He is my hero and my dad, who made me see the world with its goodness and its ugliness.
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