|Tamara|
“Dad…I want to visit mom,” I said and my father quickly turned his head to me.
Our gaze met and he stared at me for a few seconds before he nodded his head. Dad said nothing but he simply gave me a warm smile. He immediately gave an order to our driver to change its route and head directly to the cemetery where my mom and son were buried.
Dad reached for my hand and my attention went back to him. He held and squeezed it gently like he was telling me of something we both knew and we didn’t need words to speak it. I smiled and shifted in my position. I moved closer to him and leaned my side against his body. I rested my head on his shoulders and wrapped his arm with both of my hands as I shut my eyes. I felt his soft kiss on my forehead as caressed my hand with his. I smiled
