Beau
"A good leader is emotionally intelligent" he sits down on the sand with his legs crisscrossed and I laugh at how ridiculous he looks. This is a very muscular man shirtless and taking deep breaths on the beach. People pass by but no one really looks our way. "Come on, join your old man."
He taps the sand and it gets all over his fingers, one of the things I hate about the beach is all the sand and how it gets everywhere.
"I don't want to."
I don't know what this is about but I know it's about the fight I had with one of my brothers. Father hates it when ii get angry, he hates my reaction to everything but I have always been this way.
"Sit down," he glares at me and I cower. I cannot refuse the man. No matter how rebellious I am.
