Henry Louis Gates, Jr. admired his father as a young boy, however he wished he could spend more time with him. "Daddy worked all the time, every day but Sunday" (78). This was similar to my father's working habits. He would work all day from early in the morning until late at night. When he came home, he would put on the TV, eat dinner, watch the Laker game, and go to bed. So, during the week the only time I had with him was while he was watching his Laker game. In Gates' home it was the same way, "Evenings, we watched television together, all of us, after I'd done my homework..."(78). My time with my dad and the Laker game meant more to him than I realized at the time. However, I was "Daddy's little girl," and I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could, even if it didn't mean anything to him. I also cherished the time I spent with him on Sunday mornings. He would sit on the couch and read the newspaper, and even though I couldn't read the paper well, I remember sitting there next to him mimicking his every move. He would sit with his right ankle resting on his left knee, and I did the same. He held the paper fully open with both hands, and I did the same. (Although, it was awkward because the paper was just about as big as me). I remember him smiling down at me as I sat next to him, and asking me about the articles I was pretending to read. I would always say, "Daddy, hold on I'm not done reading it yet." He would smile, and pick up where he left off in his article.
             Gates also treasured his time with his dad. "I used to get up early to have breakfast with Daddy, eating from his plate...My food didn't taste as good as his. Still doesn't. I used to drink coffee, too, in order to be like daddy" (79). Gates mimicked his father, just as I mimicked mine. He wanted a close relationship with
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