Over time, we all inherit something from our parents. Their gestures. Their quirks. Their way of looking at things.
And one day you find yourself appreciating "the good": their resilience, their problem-solving skills, that quiet way of being there when needed. And you also understand (only now, with the benefit of hindsight) that there were other, 'less good' things they did, which weren't exactly a choice. They were context, era, and (lack of) learning.
They had to learn through trial and error. We, the children of Google and ChatGPT, have a different path: deciding what to keep and what to do differently. Because in the end, growing up is also about that. About becoming a little like your father. But with the internet, moisturizer... and less aftershave, because it stings.
Happy Father's Day.