He cried for a long time. That’s what he remembered most. The tears. Something he had never seen his father do. Ever. Under any circumstance. Yet, here he is. His large shoulders heVing under his suitcost, one size too small, one shade too bright. The only one he had ever seen his father wear, He stood hunched and bowed as if someone had let all his air out. As bd anty minute he would deflate, flat on the grass, a shape barely recognizable, like a balloon, popped, that people step over, and without realizing it, remembering the joy it once held, that feels so far away.