My godsister told me that when they were younger, my godfather used to be very bad-tempered and had more than one occassion raised his hand at my godmother. That wasn't the man I knew. I remember him as a kind and quiet man, smoking in a corner, watching and listening as the rest of the family chatted in the living room. He offered to pay for my education when he heard that I was having financial difficulty to stay in college, though I didn't take up the offer, I was truly grateful because he didn't have much.
Did I choose to only see the good in the one man whom I thought was the most down-to-earth and real guy in my life?
