My father cared about the world he lived in, and so he admitted his confusion about his place in America because he didn't want me to make the same mistake in my life.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
My father made with me one serious mistake which I see parents about me making. He got himself somehow into the awkward position of an authority; I thought he knew and was right on everything - for a while.
When my mother died, I fell apart. My father wanted to control me. As a consequence, I ran away to America.
I decided in my life that I would do nothing that did not reflect positively on my father's life.
I'm not an American, but I have this weird connection to America in different ways through my dad living here for five years, my godfather being an American who I'm very close to.
My father wasn't too crazy about me. I loved him anyway. One of the things I regretted for a long time was that he died before he could see that he would be proud of me. I was actually more what he wished for than he thought.
I would hate for my father to regret all his support that he's given me over the years and be embarrassed by anything I chose to do.
My dad made a huge impact on me in terms of right and wrong.
It's not like he called me up and asked me. They've never wanted to throw us into that world, and I think our decision probably shocked them. But I love my dad, and I think I'd regret it if I didn't do this.
I think of my father and how confused he was by me. He understood my love for theater, and he understood that New York City was the only place that it was happening in America, really, in any live way.
When I was growing up my mother would say, 'Your dad may have to learn about being a father because he lost his own and that would have affected him'.