‘Hi, Dad.’ My father looks at me, and you can see the anger in his eyes before it subsides, and he brings me in for a hug. ‘Where were you? I was worried something awful had happened to you!’ Not going to lie. This was a bit weird.
‘I’m sorry, dad, I needed some time to just think and figure things out.’ He looked confused. In his mind, he was probably wondering what there was to think about when my life is essentially written in literal text. He’d never say that, though; he’ll dance around it as he always does.
‘Son, what is there to think about? We’ve already addressed everything and pretty much wrote the book of your life.’ Wow, he actually did say it. I sigh once it is reaffirmed that my life is anything but mine. ‘Come with me, son.’ I wanted to walk off a cliff, but sure.
I walk
