But at 10 years old, my dad made a big mistake.
He forgot my birthday. The mistake wasn’t forgetting my birthday.
It was as a barely intelligent ten year old.
So when I asked him, hey,
how could you forget my birthday?
He said, I don’t believe in birthdays.
Tell me why he’s been celebrating my sibling’s birthday.
His own birthday. That really hurt me.
And so I went into this because you knew he lied to you?
Yeah. And that was the first time he lied to you. Serious?
So the hero. Hero. I hated him.