Shabnam is sitting next to her father while drinking tea
with her great-uncle.
My father was hidden behind the New York Times,
making disapproving grunts as he read. He was antisocial
and often socially awkward; he wasn't one for
pleasantries, though he did have the occasional, uncanny
ability to say exactly the wrong thing at the wrong time.
There were, however, certain things he liked to wax on
about, namely politics and Urdu poetry. He could talk
math, too, which to him was its own kind of poetry, but
thankfully didn't bother with us because we wouldn't
understand.... And he didn't talk to me much, which
was fine, because I had no interest in politics or Urdu
poetry.
-That Thing We Call a Heart,
Sheba Karim
Based on the passage, which statement best
describes Shabnam's perspective on her father
He is difficult to relate to.
O He is sensitive to her feelings.
His intelligence is intimidating.
O His political views are misguided.