I was with my dad for a few days.
We shared stories.
I visited his workplace.
He introduced me to his friends.
One night, he sat us down infront of the fireplace.
He looked at me in the eyes.
"Could you please do me a favor?" he said. "I want you to ask your mom where I went wrong. Could you please serenade her into forgiving me?"
I stared at him in silence. Moreover, I was shocked, that after all these years, he missed mom. He still longed for her. He was still inlove.
"If it was something I did, I want to know. I just want to talk to her."
I couldn't answer. I was all choked up.
He doesn't know.
He doesn't know that mom had met another man. That she had a beautiful baby girl with him. That secretly she stays with that man, unwed.
I wanted to tell my dad.
I breathe in deeply.
"Dad, mom is-", I stopped. I looked at my dad. The man before me was listening intently, looking for signs of hope, looking for reassurance.
He looked weathered from all those years of solitude, desperate to find an answer as to why she suddenly broke off with him.
I choked back tears.
"Okay, dad. I'll talk to mom."
Dad, I'm sorry. You deserved to know. But I don't have the heart to tell you.