My dad is a first generation Canadian immigrant.
More often than not, my understandings of the world directly contrasted with his perceptions. More specifically, the beliefs, values, and social expectations of the outside world clashed with what he taught me inside the walls of my house. Many times my dad did not acknowledge my choices. Between my dad and I, there was struggle. There was silence.
But it is through this constant battle between the old and new that brought upon a synthesis. It was an understanding that transcended the generational and cultural differences. My dad left his life behind for an unfamiliar future. He sacrificed his roots in order to plant a new seed. His courage to change created the possibility of stability. Ironically, without him, there is no way I would be able to talk about him in front of strangers every night.
He is the best man that I know, and always will be.