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I think something that saddens me more than anything is just how much I love my father, and yet how we are so distant now.
He's getting old. I'm his 5th daughter, and I can see him weakening from how I first remember him.
I'm so afraid he'll die, I don't know how I'd cope. The mere thought breaks me down.
More than my Granny Mary, more than my brother, Nui.
I love George Brian Leslie so much. He's my idol, my hero. Everything I look up to, all that i've learnt, about how to be, I'm never ashamed to say I love him,
but it isnt as plain as it used to be,
We used to have such conversations, about the Darwin awards, the animal kingdom, quantum physics, chemistry, cloning, genetics, politics, history, everything.
He took me to so many countries, and taught me about every one, he sat me on his shoulders until I was 7.
I've seen the world with that man.
Now I love drama, and boys, and tea, and gossip. Things he doesn't like. I don't know how to open up anymore. It's like I don't have the time for chess games and science, I wish I did.
I miss him, and I think it's my own fault. But its just growing up...
I can't talk to him about love... He think's its foolish, but its all I believe.
I don't want him to die, and to have wasted this time I have, when he's here.
I want to protect him so much.
His life is 100 times more amazing than mine.
He's a genius. He was in Mensa. He published his first scientific paper in (I forget the name) but in this particular magazine, its hard to publish you first paper. If you do, youre likely to be on the way to a nobel prize. He published his first two in it.
He was good friends with Knights and other nobel prize winners. He was a well respected scientist, and wrote two books.
He's funny. He's the head of our family. He's always told jokes and stories. He's always defended his family.
He's my Daddy.