Rosales' Scrapbook

You taught me what it meant to be strong, not in muscle but in mind. I cannot begin to describe the gratitude and affection I feel for you in words, much less in one page of them. Before I met you, I thought I knew what family was, what it meant to stand up for what I believed in, and what bravery was.

I was so wrong.

I'm beginning to see that family is about putting other people first, that you have to bare yourself to the people you love. Give them everything, even if you're afraid it will ruin you. That not everyone is deserving of that kind of dedication, even if you may like them. It takes a special kind of selflessness to do what you do.

I know I can be a handful, a troublemaker, a real pain in the ass. Despite all that, you gave me a shot anyway. You opened your home to me and your heart. You treated me like I was your own. Thank you for that. If I can become even fifteen percent the person you are as I grow, I'll count myself lucky.

I never thought we'd come this far if I'm honest. Your lessons on morality the very first time we'd ever saw each other stuck with me, which is a great thing, considering nothing is ever black and white.

It's hard to imagine the sheer difference with how I view you from then to now. You were always this big scary story in the orphanage and school. Klaus Rosales, kingpin, and murderer. Greed Demon. Owned almost the entire Underworld. Now, you're just dad, and you're one of the people I feel safest with, even if I have a poor way of showing it.

It amazes me even now that we're so similar, that one day I could turn out as well off as you. A strong, protective, and caring father and leader. As I grow, I see more and more of you in me, the way I react to things, the faces I make; it could almost seem I was your biological child. If it weren't for the memory of my parents, the fear of tarnishing that, my one wish would be to have been yours in blood.