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I was more than a bit concerned about the stolid demeanor that dad had taken on.
It was a night out. We were supposed to have fun, have dinner, make jokes and laugh. But he was just so stiff and he looked to be far away . Most of the times he looked like he was staring in the distance, even though his eyes were directly on my face.
I wondered what was going through his mind and why it appeared to be so torturous. I had done something, definitely I had. I knew him. This is how he gets when he is stressed out or angry. And he was never one to immediately express himself. I wondered what it was that he had found out. It was beginning to chew me from within.
Even I started to take on a more glum demeanor because I was just concerned about him not fo
