I am a father and I am a son. My father, Sid, lives with me and has since 2001. Back then, I was 34 and deeply resented this turn of events. People I knew assumed that somehow I had failed and had to boomerang back to live my dad. This is the story our culture has come to expect. It is the child who fails. It is the father who is there to pick up the pieces and provide the safety net. ...