In mirrored glass, he stands alone and yet sees his father’s eyes. He sees the fear that he once had before that man’s demise. He sees a man where once there stood, a frightened little boy. But the man is frightened still, it seems, and hides guilt-ridden joy. Joy at the death of the man who owned these tired eyes before. A father now, without a father, and a freedom to be more.
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