"I don't want you to get famous."- I said.
"That's what I'm tryin' to do."-Simon replied, matter-of-factly.
"But famous people get weird and lose sight of what's important. They forget the small people, like their mamas."-I tried.
"Well I ain't joinin' the military."-he gave back, a bit bitingly. "I'm going to build a house and live in it my whole life. I'm not moving all the time."
With that, he walked out of the room quietly with a wisdom I didn't know he had. With unresolved anger toward an entity he knows nothing about. With moisture in his eyes. Not of sad tears, but angry tears.
And my heart broke.