December 1, 2019
"You only need to be kind." These were his father's last words to him. He remembers the heavy green door as it creaked close, his father walking into the night, never to return. He thought he was just getting milk. Now he's grown up he knows that milk is never procured at night, at least not in this neighborhood. His father had these nightly walks because "he was getting milk". That particular night, that last night, he thought it would be the usual—his father would walk back in and say sweet dreams. That night he didn't even say goodbye.