Oh, there are a million years of difference between our cultures. Try all you want, you never completely overcome that. Not in a hundred years, not in twenty.
You know what I miss most about home? The sound of rain hitting the roof at night. It always helped me fall asleep. Back when I was a kid preparing for the Academy, I’d be up ‘til 4 or 5 o’clock in the morning studying, and I’d have maybe two hours to sleep after that, but I was so wound up, I’d just lie there. Same thing happened the night before my final test. I just knew if I didn’t get some sleep I—I’d never pass it. And did it begin to rain? No. But dad—my dad—heard me walking around. He knew I couldn’t sleep. So, he went outside, he got the garden hose and sprayed it, so it came down on the roof… just like rain. He stood there making it rain until I fell asleep. I sometimes think he would have stood there for days if he had to. I miss him.
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