The next day, Carl paid his father a visit in his room after having a sleepless night. His eyes were red, and barely out.
"Goodmorning, Dad"
"Hey, son. Come over." Mr. Williams gestured towards a chair. He slowly sipped his coffee, and poured some for his son.
"Take" his dad said, while handing the coffee mug over.
"Thanks, sir" Carl replied, as he reached out for the mug. He held it in his hands for minutes, staring blankly at it.
"Is something wrong? Why aren't you drinking up?" Mr. Williams asked.
"I don't like my coffee with cream" Carl replied with a smile. Mr. Williams didn't have much childhood memory with him, like Daniel. He knew zero to nothing things about his youngest son, and here he was, trying to know everything about him. He felt ashamed for a second, then smiled "I c
