There are many different types of family structures.
Some of them seem beautiful by far and some of them are as tragic as you can’t even imagine.
I met a person who I would call as my Father in America.
In my mid-20s.
I call Fletcher as my Father.
We are from different backgrounds and cultures.
However,
It doesn’t really matter for me.
Because…
He was the first person who taught me the real fatherhood in my life
that I didn’t experience before.
There are relationships that you don’t need much descriptions to proof.
Because…
Language isn’t an enough tool to explain or express about the depth of the relationship.
Maybe…
That is the reason why we make art?
Because…
Art fill in those gaps and holes
that language didn’t fill in from the relationship.
Making the relationship stronger as one piece
as Fletcher did to the community.