memoir

When i was younger, i believed that everyone expressed their emotions the same. My household was very loving and showed it through their actions and words. We told each other how much we loved each other and did things for each other. However, my Pa was raised differently. He was a stubborn, non emotional, and cold hearted man. He never told me how he felt or was affectionate towards me. One day i told him i loved him and he replied back with, "Thank you." This killed me inside. I didnt understand why he couldn't tell me. It was years later when he finally told me. Pa came down with cancer and became a changed man. This disease made him a happier and more loving person. He always hugged me, squeezed me, and told me how much he loved me. It was then that i realized that not everyone expresses their feelings the same as me. All all along he loved me but he didn't know how to show it.