Light wind blew across the German land as a small albino boy happily ran. This child, like any other child, had dreams. He dreamt of becoming a man. A man like his father. Strong, fearless and wise. His father wasn't just a father but also a role model he dearly looked up to. The boy ran to home and found his well built father standing in front of the house. He was holding a small, blond haired child that was about 4 years old. He was content with playing with his father's long, blond hair. "Gilbert, where have you been? I was worried about you." The man said in a serious tone of voice to his albino child. "Vati! I smacked that old Italian in the crotch with my awesome crop!" The boy replied, clearly proud of himself but the man wasn't happy about this. "What would possess you to do such a thing?" The boy smiled. "Because I want to be like you, vati. I want to be strong and fearless. When I smacked him, he curled up on the ground so I must be strong and I was fearless to attack him." The man sighed. He felt conflicted about the situation. The boy should be punished for his actions but the thought of him wanting to be like him stopped him from doing so. "I am strong, fearless and also wise. If you want to be like me, you must be wise about your actions, Gilbert. You can't attack people for no reason." The boy thought for a moment. "He annoys you. That's the reason I attacked him." The man shook his head. "Not a good reason." The boy frowned, feeling disappointed about his father reaction. He thought he would be proud of him but no. He was the opposite. "I'm sorry, vati." He sadly said. The man pat his son on the head. "Don't do it again." The boy nodded in understanding. "Vati, will I ever be like you?" He asked with hopeful eyes. The boy's father gave him a small smile. "I won't be surprised if you did. I have high hopes for you and I'm sure you'll fulfill them, my son." The boy smiled and hugged his father's right leg tight. "I will, vati. I promise." He said.
Years passed and seasons changed. On a summer day, a man laid on his father's grave, staring at the blue sky with fluffy clouds in it. This albino man smiled sadly as he remembered the memories of his childhood. "You had such high hopes for me." He said to the grave under him. A few tears rolled down his cheeks and landed on the grave. "I'm sorry I didn't fulfill them, vati. I'm sorry I couldn't be like you." He held up his left hand to the sky, still able to see the blue sky and clouds through his fading hand. "You can tell me what I did wrong when I see you."