BRIAN
I do not want to feel anything. I do not want to accept that this man is my dad. Why would I take the word of this terrorist and just believe that what he says is true? But something in me sees something in this man’s eyes that seems to draw me to him. I can see that they have tortured him. Then the man turns to the terrorist and says.
“I told you, I do not know this man”
The leader then walks up to the man and punches him in the face. I watch as blood flows from his mouth but he turns to look at the leader without breaking a sweat. It is clear to me that this man must have some kind of training to withstand a punch like that. Then the leader says in an irritating tone.
“I am beginning to get a bit irritated by the two of you! You keep on denying that he is not your son and that
