Essay
Living my father’s dream
As a proud son, we rarely speak but I know his dream
A son he can proudly boast about
Living my mother’s dream
As a loving son, doing each and everything in my power to provide
Build a home, a warm place for my mother
Becoming her man
As a sweet guy, caring for her, protecting her for the world
Becoming the shield that she wants me to be
But for me
I have been so busy becoming a good son, a good husband, and a good friend that
I don’t know who I am any more
Filing other’s void
Today
I have lost my own identity