What things are you good at, that your parents were good at, too?
Borderline hoarding. Making piles of things to go through later. Sweeping said piles into boxes, to go through even later. The super-power of no flat surface being safe near me, I will explode all over it.
Oh, you think I’m joking…..!
No, but seriously… the above, but also… the ability to be patient with someone who’s being a real jackass, and looking for the truth behind their bluster. To really listen to people’s stories. To make lonely people feel listened to.
So… basically… I’m really good at making messes, and listening to people. OH GOD I’M MY FATHER. (without the beard)