He looked at me, troubled. But he kept his composure and smiled. Tried to, as he had tried the days before when he got over late to see me. It isn’t fooling me, I know something is broken, something is broken inside him. I wish I could tell him it will all be alright. That I don’t blame them, and I understand.
We went for a walk, and that was a good walk as good as all the walks we ever had. The breeze was soft as feathered throws and with it came a crisp scent of thousand blades of grass. There wasn’t a hint of rush and it did seem as he lingered and waited with me being present. A long walk it was, where words does not matter, just enjoying each other’s presence.
Had a simple snack and then it was time for me to go. A quick hug from them as they alternately packed my stuffs onto the car, that memory lingered on as my legs ascended the car and the smell of this clean car as I looked at them from the outside and away from their separateness.
That was the last time I saw Daddy.
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