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As I ensconce in the cozy arm chair, my fingers flipped through the album pages. Those pictures of the past. Memories. They do bring the sentimental element with them, the nostalgic feeling, which I dear so much.
Until I reached one photo.
It was my dad's. The photo which was taken when he first stepped into the age of adulthood. Early twenties. My eyes squinted to have a clearer vision. Which I learned later that his picture was not different from my face. Wow, I am his clone. His doppleganger.
Suddenly my face was bleaching with something. Something chemical in me, kicking from inside to produce an emotion. But I couldn't recognize that, was it a burst of excitement or a blizzard of fear. What I knew was I was completely dumbfounded.
Wait, I'm his son so there's nothing to exaggerate. It's biological, it's called inheritance if I remember. What more that I'm his first-born. At least the good thing is that our faces match as our DNA.
But there's one thing that I wish to abolish from my system. It's him. His psychology and emotive traits. His temper and disgust and interrogation and annoyance and ego and insensitivity. And many more. So many that a regular A4-sized paper would not enough.
As a child who bear this life with a person like him, I think I suffered enough. And if I turn into someone like him one day I would not forgive myself. Then there's nothing more rotten and hateful than myself.
Becoming his heir is enough ordeal, and carrying the weight of his personality in me would be hell, if the story of 'the apple and the tree' prevails.
But no matter how much I resent about him, it is my fate to carry his name forever. At least in this life. Cheers.
