Life has a meaning, but we all don't know what its meaning and its point. But for me, life has no point at all. As for my dad, who is an inventor, he invents lame stuff. I always have to watch him invent stuff which is boring. He invents and ,at the same time, teaches me or explains to me what his invention is. He also teaches me physics, which is beyond my level, and algebra ,the way Albert Einstein calculates.
     Another thing is that he wakes me up in the morning so that I can't miss his invention and he also wants me to talk to him while he's inventing. But funny thing about him is that when I do talk to him, he goes like "Stop blabbering to your own self, I'm trying to concentrate".
     What am I ,a machine or something? Fathers are suppose to have time for their children; but my dad only has time for his inventions. I mean seriously, what kind of person would work twenty hours and leave four hours of sleep?