C936 The First Form of Happiness

He quietly watched the kind face on the tombstone, knowing he'd never see his father again. A wave of regret washed over him, and he suddenly had so much he wanted to say.

“Dad, I’m here to see you.” The words, unspoken for years, came out with difficulty, and his eyes grew moist.

“Dad, I was wrong. I haven’t stepped into the family home for years, even severing ties with you