Often when txting with my dad I find that there are these moments where he's either a bit naive or talks to me as if I am the same person he raised.
Mostly when he slips and says that he "went to a steakhouse" or "had fried chicken the other day". I just ignore it 9/10 times. This time was tempted to send the full slaughterhouse operation to him. Was thinking that it would just alienate and create more distance.
Instead it felt more fitting to send him this picture of a pig. I'm sure it hit him at least a little bit because you can clearly see the pain and the anticipation of death. This life reduced to just a number like what you would see from the holocaust.
Hard to balance compassion vs wanting to smash over the head with truth. Went with what my heart was saying. He just responded back that it was veggie dim sum.. which knowing him is probably a lie