It had been two weeks since my conversation with Sam about speaking with my father, I finally worked up the nerve to go to his office and see him. I stood outside the tall building of my father's company and took a deep breath before entering the building and going to the elevator and taking it all the way up to my father's office. His secretary was not at her desk and I took this opportunity to knock on the large door to his office. I chewed my lip as I waited for a response. "Enter." Spoke a very sad voice. I frowned and opened the door, what was in front of me was not the father I grew up knowing. He looked weak and tired as if he had not eaten or had anything to drink or laid down in some time to rest. His clothing was not neat and organized and he sat in a chair with a

