Coconut Grove You're My Downfall, You're My Muse, My Worst Distraction, My Rhythm And Blues.

Prepared to turn her face to his should he look this way, Giana listened to the words he rumbled -- so, he was not a good man? Then again, would it be a bad man to admit his kids would be better without his presense? He didn't even want to tell her about himself.... Or, again, there really was nothing to tell: Giana couldn't pick up anything from this man beside his irrisponsibility, and his arrogance. 

                 "Every child deserves to be with all the family they have. It makes them stronger, passes on a little piece of yourself in the times where we aren't there. They can look at each situation with our wisdom making them smarter. Even the bad things teach great lessons. I didn't have a mother in my life, and that did a great deal on me."

Without moving a muscle or her gaze, calm and splayed confidently on the sand as she gave her opinion. She wouldn't be the same without her fathers lengthy and beneficial presence in her life, but she also believed that she missed a lot of things not having a mother. 

                                                            "Everyone has a story to tell, even if its bad or boring. I'll tell all of mine, too, if that makes you feel better. Even if we aren't together, I think we should know each other.... Right?"
 
Jeez, when did she get to sound so much like Luca Angleo?