Chapter 88

My father wasn't just the humorous, family loving man. And yet, he wasn't just a crazy loon who would immerse himself in all things Muslim, Hindu, and Christianity. He was my father. He saw me play baseball throughout my years in school, he was the one who introduced me to Jesus, Allah, the concept of Brahman, and science.

Piscine Molitor Patel was my father and mentor. He tried to teach me all that he knew. He succeeded. But what he had created wasn't anything he was ready for, and thankfully, he never got to fully see. He had created me, who I am today. He created the atheist son from a man who was devout to three religions. How it happened is almost inconceivable, but at the same time, all too real.