For the first time in my life, I fight with my dad. A state of indifference which neither side might concede. For the first time, when we fight, we are both adults. I can’t seem to remember the day when I realized our indifference or that it was beyond a generation gap and heavier than the emptiness between us that should have never been. I can’t seem to remember the day when things changed, but it must have been the day he felt like he lost the good kid.