Is He Insane?

The Story Continues

Writing this now feels odd I never thought I'd be writing home to my parents, it had been hard over the years especially for my dad.. He as the public called him was a sick man, I on the other called him father. As society watched him like a hawk they realised how kind he had gotten, he still had a little crazy in him but he took care of things for us when we were young, me and my "sister" that is, she was a cousin but we had a close relationship which meant we were like siblings, it was great for a while until he showed up...