ARWAN
When my gaze meets my father's, I try to ask myself what he and I could possibly have in common. I wonder what makes us a family when I see nothing resembling him in me. To me, he's just a man from whom I apparently get half my DNA, which I find really hard to believe these days.
There may be some physical similarities, like his eyes being the same colour as mine or his mouth being the same shape as mine, but that's as far as it goes. When it comes to our personalities, however, that's when I realise we have nothing in common.
Looking back, I sometimes wonder what my mother found in the guy to end up with him. I wonder if he was different at the beginning of their relationship, if he was better. I wonder if he had a heart before, if he had a conscience.
