My father gave me a curse that his father gave him

He was happy to be rid of it, but sad for me 

At the end of his life he lay on his bed, asked me about the curse 

Concerned, he asked if I had found someone to pass it on to

But to his surprise I told him that the curse wasn’t an issue, 

Me and the curse coexist peacefully, and it helps me often 

In fact, the curse is very happy now, so I think I’ll hold on to it

This made my father happy, and saved my kids possible trouble in the future 

That’s how I became a time traveling hero&nbsp;&nbsp;

Saving my father, my kids and myself 
And just like the curse, it’s mine to keep