This week, I had a chance to sit down with my dad.
I first met him in 2004, when he was running a restaurant in the US.
He’d been a writer, a professor, a politician and an artist.
At the time, I was just 13, and he was an artist and a politician.
My dad was a poet and an editor, and his work, he said, was the best poetry in the world.
I remember the first time I read it, I cried.
It’s about a man, my dad says.
He was an amazing man, but also an artist, and a genius.
My father was a great poet, my mother said.
He had a great sense of humour.
He didn’t know a thing about politics.
And I just love that book, my father said.
So I went to read it.
It was a beautiful book, about a father and son who love poetry.
It had a beautiful tone, and it’s a book that’s really beautiful.
When I was in the second grade, I wrote a poem for my mother, about poetry and family, and she loved it.
The first time my father read it was when he started teaching me poetry in elementary school.
He loved it so much that he told me I could write a poem about it.
That’s when I realised my father had a genius for poetry.
He wasn’t just a poet, he was also a great musician.
His voice is the best in the business, my Dad said.
The song he wrote for my mum was called I Got a New Man, and my mum loved it, my son said.
I’m a musician too, my parents said.
My son is a guitarist too.
We play the same music, my daughter said.
Our son is so much better than my dad, he’s a better musician.
I can play my dad’s music, and I can be his son too, he added.
My parents told me about this wonderful man, and they were just so happy for me to be their son.
And then, the first year of kindergarten, my mom got a job as a teacher.
I think it was at school.
We had a lot of fun and went to a lot a lot more classes.
The teachers told me that my father, a very talented musician, would teach me to play the guitar.
So the first day we went to the school, he played me a piece of music.
My mother loved it too, she said.
It came out very beautiful.
I played it for her and we loved it together, my wife said.
When we were doing homework, my brother and I would do the same thing.
And that’s how my father became a musician, my husband said.
We’ve been very fortunate in life, my mum said.
And now I’m so lucky to be a musician.
My husband is a musician as well, my sister said.
Music is a very important part of our lives.
Music was a very big part of my life growing up, my little sister said, and now it’s my whole life.
My sister is very good at music, she says.
So my family has been very supportive of my music.
But my dad is a huge music fan.
He’s also a huge musician.
We played a concert together, and we were just listening to music together, our sister said to me.
And he loves his music, too, and so does my sister, she added.
And my father is so good at it, he likes to play music.
And so, the next time my dad saw me playing, he came and said, “I want to see you play.”
And we played, and the music came out great, my boy said to my brother.
My brother, he told my mother.
My mum was so happy.
So happy, she exclaimed.
And we just started playing and playing, and playing.
And it was beautiful, my family said.
There’s a lot to learn from music, the family said to each other.
I love the sound of music, they said.
But I also love music.
So we’ve been really lucky to have him.
He always listens to his music.
He loves the sound.
And when I see him, I feel a huge sense of pride.
And, my big sister said: My dad has a great memory, my grandpa said to his daughter.
And she’s the one who remembers my dad and I. He’ll never forget that day, my grandma said.
“When you were born,” my mother told me, “he said, ‘You’ll be the greatest singer ever born.'”
My son’s father was an accomplished musician.
He played guitar, he did drums, he sang, he wrote, he made music, he created music.
I saw him play with his guitar, and then, after he got his first taste of singing, he had this amazing talent, my Grandma said to her