Today is father’s day. I have been tossing and turning all night thinking about it. What shall I do for Joo? What does he like to do? After all, he is Kevin’s father.
I remember on my special day. I imagined us sitting at the dinner table, hands holding, in silence. Under the candlelight, we trace thoughts for our lost son. With teary eyes, we fall into each other’s sorrow. Maybe we could have that today?
At the lunch table, the TV was on. Joo turned around pointing at the commercial and asked, “Is today father’s day?”
“Yes.” I was ready to pitch the father’s day special and continued. “You are a father…”
“Do not start.” Joo cut me off and walked to the kitchen.
I, with my mouth open, froze.
Not another word.