It was a chilly autumn evening, the leaves crunching beneath my feet as I made my way to the local diner for my usual Friday night dinner. The familiar scent of burgers and fries greeted me as I pushed through the door, looking forward to my favorite booth by the window. But as I entered, my heart sank at the sight of a familiar face sitting alone at the counter. It had been over a decade since I last saw my father, but there he was, looking older and more tired than I remembered. My hands trembled as I approached him, unsure of what to say.
«Can we talk?» he asked softly, his eyes avoiding mine. And just like that, we were back in the same old cycle of avoidance and resentment that had fractured our relationship years ago. But this time, something in me stirred. Maybe it was the passing of time, or the ache in his voice, but I found myself nodding. We sat in silence for what felt like hours, the weight of unsaid words hanging heavy between us. And as the diner slowly emptied, I knew this was a chance I couldn’t let slip away.
It was a chilly autumn evening, the leaves crunching beneath my feet as I made my way to the local diner for my usual Friday night dinner. The familiar scent of burgers and fries greeted me as I pushed through the door, looking forward to my favorite booth by the window. But as I entered, my heart sank at the sight of a familiar face sitting alone at the counter. It had been over a decade since I last saw my father, but there he was, looking older and more tired than I remembered. My hands trembled as I approached him, unsure of what to say.
