LANCE

The joy of the faces and in their hearts was so contagious that I found myself in sync in no time. Mother was delighted to have me. Every little opportunity she gets, she squeezes my hands warmly. Father’s eyes too would occasionally drop on me as though making sure that I have not disappeared into thin air.

Oh, I missed them. I had succeeded in isolating myself for seven good years. I survived. It worked out well. Or maybe that’s what I think. The fear in father’s eyes are evident. He knows deep down that I may not stay with him for a long time. He wishes so badly...