He wears a navy blue sweater, with a burgundy red beanie. His classic grey pants, the fabric is shiny now becuase it’s aged. And his black leather shoes.
He has a round belly. His face is round and cute, his cheeks pink and healthy.
He is happy to see me. He hugs me tightly. He is happy to see me.
We met in a train station.
Where have you been dad. Where have you been. I have missed you, what seem like a thousand years.