He didn't know if it was the pent up frustration of being abandoned, or the anger towards his father, or the irritation of how life sucked, or the fact that he finally got the father-son bonding he always wanted, or the fact that he finally got his father's approval, or that his father finally did something fatherly.

But all he could do was mumble replies as tears streaked down his face.

He couldn't understand his father, the thick accent, the broken english, the drunk gestures, but he tried to decipher what his father was trying to relay.

His father was drunk, he doesn't even know what he is saying. People say that a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts, but how true is all of this?