Micheal hit the ball harshly with his golf club as the ball flew up in the sky. Philip watched his son without saying a word.
Even though they hadn't played golf together since his mother died, he knew that his son wasn't that bad to miss a pot when he was just few metres away from it.
"You keep missing even though you are close to the pot"
Micheal wiped the sweat off his face with an handkerchief "Really?"
"What's the matter? Is work too hard?"
"I don't want to talk about work today, father. Please"
"Okay. Then, do you want to do something different?"
"Like what?"
Philip took the golf club from his hand "Follow me". Micheal obediently followed his father as they climbed onto their car.
"Father, where are we going?".
"Fasten your seatbelt". Philip replied as he drove off. Few
