My Father

In my childhood, my father taught me how to baseball. I played a short stop and a third base in a small league in Beirut, Lebanon. And I lived here before I returned to Saudi Arabia. He never missed the game. He taught me how to ride a horse. The first horse we bought was the name Princess. In front of him sit on the saddle of the western leather, he will let me handle with the leather of the polished leather. He also taught me how to dance waltz. I am not good at following yet, but I remember what I always said that it was necessary to know because I got married that day; he will ask for the first dance.

My father went to a meeting of Ted cruise. My father also won Oscar in the 70's, his name is Richard Dreyfuss. Thanks to my name, participation in my father's club rally was written by several media, so these two things are only related. Foolishness started, as those sentences were absorbed by some mouth breathing. Let's clarify. When asked if he was there to show that he is supporting cruise, he answered: It seems to me a very clear answer. Although I do not necessarily support these ideas, I am interested in them as it will have a big impact on me and my country.

My parents died, about 35 years ago, my father went to the birthplace of the father of Southern Italy. My father and mother finally went to Italy many times. They can not stop enthusiasm for it, and their best travel memories all include Italy. At that time, I was already in my twenties, but I am also interested in other things. I think my parents are wonderful in Italy, but this is where I start and finish. Among all of these, I noticed that I am not merely an American. I am an American, his ancestor comes from the country I am visiting. This is a great revelation for me. It is also a revelation to experience culture among Italian people. I am fascinated by their culture, their manner, their emotions, and their talking emotions. We seem to have missed their expression and the simplicity of daily life here.

Of course, my father never told it. My father talked with a handful of people who shared his ancestors for most of his 80 years. My father did not talk with his four daughters including me. The only obvious relationship between my father and his family is his mother and after a passage in 1967 the little rope was separated and released from someone who dared to call, write, care. No, my father does not believe in the power of blood. We are surrounded by neighbors and residents, and they are related to each other. Everyone is a cousin of another person, the second generation cousin or cousin is taken one, two, three times. This is true for both white and black people, and both are related to each other in a way that they choose not to recognize.