âDo you ever question it?â
He leans further backwards.
âNo.â
The silence extends between us.
I want to say more, but I sense further probing would be detrimental.
The water of the stream gently flows underneath, accompanying the moment with its constant ripples.
Why does he do this?
âWell, I question it.â
He says nothing.
âI question it because what kind of father abandons his children? M...