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Before I had woken up I had a very strange dream. I was dreaming that I was fighting with my father, with the yelling and the drama. I remember me saying that I would stand up against him. Then finally I called him a ******** senile fool and that I would leave him for the rest of his life. While I was packing to leave, I heard him that he was on the phone with my auntie (Speaking in Tagalog), as if he was speaking to her on speaker. But anyways, while he was on the phone I also heard him crying, but didn't see his face. Once he was done on the phone he turned to me. There, I had finally seen his face. I finally see him cry. But unfortunately, it was only a dream.

For as long as I can remember my dad is emotionless. I've always wanted to see my father break down before me in realization of his doings.