Father’s Grief

“Our baby boy passed away today, three years ago.  Shall we do something?” she asked expectantly.

“I do not like these sorts of things.”

Then, he walked away.

What kind of father would refuse to mourn his son?

She stormed into her room, shut the door, and exploded.

A week later, at a friend’s gathering….

“Do you have kids?” new people came by and asked.

“No.” He said unexpectedly, “We did try.  Jasmine devoted five years of her life for that.  But, in the end, our son died.”

No one said another word.

Next to him, Jasmine looked at Joe, full of emotions.

He did care.

He was/is the father!