My father

I went to Canada for fall break. It was wonderful to be home again. My father, little brothers, and grandparents live there. They wanted to meet my son, but it would be much more expensive for all of them to come to Shreveport than it would be for them to pay for us to go over there. Therefore, they offered to buy us a ticket to Montreal, although my son does not count because he flies free. I arrived there late last Wednesday. My whole family was waiting for us at the Montreal International Airport. My father was the first to greet us. It was weird to see my father. I had not seen him in about 4 years, and our relationship has recently gotten better. It was nice to see that he was happy to see us. I noticed my father has gotten older. He has more wrinkles on his face, more grey hairs. However, he is still just as energetic and funny as I remembered him to be. It was nice to spend time with my father. Our relationship has definitely changed, but I think it is better that way. Now, we are more like two friends. I think he knows that I am a good person and that I will always be there if he needs me.