I loved raising my kids. I loved the process, the dirt of it, the tears of it, the frustration of it, Christmas, Easter, birthdays, growth charts, pediatrician appointments. I loved all of it.
Families survive, one way or another. You have a tie, a connection that exists long after death, through many lifetimes.
My whole deal when I do accents or dialects is I gotta fool the locals. If I fool the locals then I've done my job.

