something is changing...

i don't have the best of relationships with my dad. its a long story. but at the moment we speak less than i would to a normal friend.

i was just watching him care for a poor bird that some callous people had bought, injured, and returned to a pet store of my dad's friend's; he really does show a smattering amount of love and concern for it.

i guess in the past i would have thought: "if he could care for it so much, how come he couldn't care enough for us?"

today... i guess i'm blessed to have a father with a gentle heart, one enough to show kindness to an injured creature.