"Yes, Kevin... wait... listen..."

"Dad... Dad..."

A little voice at the end of the bed woke me up, and I was relieved when I saw Arturo's calm face. It was just a dream, not real, let alone the face of my ten-year-old son. I breathed a sigh of relief and realized that the dream had been long enough for Kevin to forget the past and stop laughing at me at Aston.

It hasn't said it in a long time. The only complaint now is my son's smelly face.

"Hi, R, are you awake?" I smiled and said hello to my son, even though I heard him use the word, even...