Random (but not) Thought

I was sitting on the couch the other evening and I said to my wife: “When I meet my father, my cells will shift to his cells, and I will have a greater resemblance to him. For most of my life, everyone has said that I look like my mother, and I think it’s because I was in her expression. Now, going to my father’s homeland, his ancestral place, standing in his presence, will call forth what has receded into the background.” My wife agreed.