— His name's Forrest.
— Like me.
— I named him after his daddy.
— He got a daddy named Forrest, too?
— You're his daddy, Forrest.
Ginny shows her son to Forrest.
— His name's Forrest.
— Like me.
— I named him after his daddy.
— He got a daddy named Forrest, too?
— You're his daddy, Forrest.
Ginny shows her son to Forrest.
— If he took care of you when you were little, wky do you hate him? What did he do to you?
— Your dad, raised me. He made me who I am. Now, you ask why if I hate him. Well, it's hard to hate the person who made you what you are. You just end up hating yourself. The truth is I would like to hate your dad, I really would. It would make things a lot easier. But, you can't hate someone who you loved for so long.
— How'd you end up with a bornagain Christian sister?
— I don't know. Maybe the TV was broken one day and she picked up the Bible and found it to be just a darn good read. Or maybe it had something to do with our mother's ability to watch silently as our dad drunkenly knocked us from room to room. What do you think, Newbie?
— Probably the room to room thing.
— I want you to have what you need.
— All I need is you, papa. Please stay.
Oh, children, you start them first, and then you send them away.
A daughter should
Not have to
Beg her father
For a relationship