I was always on the moredelicate and feminine side which of course drove my father.My father, Samuel Smith, is a man's man. He likes to workout in th... gym.He loves to fix and repair cars. He is into Football, Baseball andSoccer. He played them while he was in school. He built up a very well-known chemical company which is how he made his billions. He has enoughmoney to buy most of the world's governments if he chose. As you cantell he has very old-fashioned opinions on the roles of men. I saw them pull up in front of the house. The Caddy looked new. Well he was a rich man. Wonder what it felt like to be rich? What I was sure of was that I’d never know. Money just didn’t seem to like me very much. But that’s okay, I was happy, my wife was happy, nothing else mattered. And anyway, we made enough between us.It was a hot day, and the others were out on the patio waiting for the arrival of the next bevy of guests.I went to the door; I didn’t immediately alert the fans on the patio;. When I protested saying it was his seat he laughed and pulled another beside me and began rummaging in his file draws finally sitting as he pulled out an old well worn folder. Then putting his arm around my shoulders he pulled me facing downward toward the photos of a young Asian girl around late teens he spread across the desk. She was standing on a little wooden bridge with a brook below and a beautiful scene behind her. Just like the beauty I saw earlier today she too may have been four or. He was a truly blessed man he conceded, blessed with a wonderful wife. A wife who was able to extend her caring to their best friend Ellen. Ellen, who had blossomed into a beautiful mature woman and whose calm strength would surprise everybody who had known the wretched, guilt-ridden creature of a few years backs.He was also blessed with three daughters. He still viewed Patricia and Megan as his first daughters; their closeness had only intensified after he adopted them. He remembered with.