On that day he always went out in the evening and never returned until it was dawn. I wanted to know the reason but I was afraid that it would hurt him.
I sighed and sat down for breakfast. No one spoke and it was the same as before.
I wanted to ask grandma about it but for some reason I wanted to know about it from my father.
After breakfast I slowly walked towards my dad's room. I wanted to see him. I slowly opened the door to his room and looked inside and saw dad was sitting in front of the window while looking at something in his hands.
I walked towards him and stood behind
him. I knew he felt that I came into the
room but he didn't care, he was just
staring at the framed picture in his hands.
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