My Father Pellico Analysis

We all judge too harshly, especially our parents. As Italian writer, Silvio Pellico, once expressed, “Exigir a los progenitores, para respetarlos, que esten libres de defectos y que sean la perfeccion de la humanidad es soberbia e injusticia.” It isn’t until we are much older that we understand why they did what they did. I’ve still got many years to understand why my father is the way he was and is. My dad was born in McAllen, Texas, but lived most of his childhood in Cerritos, San Luis Potosi, what was then a pueblo, but now a city on the outskirts of San Luis Potosi, San Luis Potosi. He would jump from place to place for the first six years of his life, finally settling down at the age of six to live with his mother’s parents and his three younger siblings. For the next six years he didn’t see or hear from his parents until they came back for him at the age of twelve. “Era muy dificil convivir con ellos, especialmente con tu abuelo,” he said, once he got reunited with his parents. “No lo conociamos y era muy diferente su forma de ser a la de mis abuelos,” making his teenagers inscrutable. The first few months were tense, he didn’t know how to act or what to expect from his father. “A pesar de tener una buena posición económica nos llevaba al rancho a trabajar de ocho a diez horas.” He felt like he was just another worker leading him to leave his house at …show more content…
He’s given us everything his father never gave him most importantly love. He’s always been there, not emotionally but physically and that’s somewhat reassuring. He always brought home the bacon, enough so that we could subsist. He sometimes lacks the initiative nonetheless he’s hardworking. He never gets angry and has a great outlook on life, but most importantly he’s genuine. Money doesn’t buy him. But his greatest perfection and imperfection is that he loves