I was the best father I could be, but Noah always felt otherwise. Since he was a little kid he believed I was supposed to stay at home and play with him like his mother did. I didn't have that time, I was busy making money that he and his sister will enjoy.
I didn't want to be part of my family business of selling wine.
"Adams you are being rebellious." father would tell at me, because I thought his ways were dumb. He was always home with us playing and helping around. He was too comfortable with the life of poverty, I wasn't.
"Am I? Look at the kids of your mates and what they have!" he didn't care about wealth and money, his mates were making a lot of money some of them even had cars and their kids wore nice clothes. Father believed so much in togetherness and love, I am not against any of his values but of what worth is these values if he is choosing to dwell in poverty?
