21.DAD (Part 2)

We were in the kitchen, sitting at a table facing each other, with two cups of coffee on the table. We were talking. I do not even remember how we started talking, but this conversation was very important to me. He was my father. I needed to talk to a family member.

-Do you think that something is wrong?

I asked.He smiled

-Yes. Exactly.

He was silent for a few seconds. Then he started talking:

-Everything is fine. My family is fine, i am fine too. But

He stopped.

-But?

Always exists ,, but".

-But as if something is not, as it should be.It was as if we had missed something important.

Of course i knew what he was talking about,but i asked:

-What do you think you missed?

He looked at me and replied:

- I have no idea. But this feeling. Feeling guilty. I missed something, i forgot something

-Maybe it's not something

He looked at me and he was confused.

-What do you mean?

-Maybe it is not something, maybe it is someone.

He smiled at me

-I do not think i would forget people.

I remembered how good it was to talk to my father. He noticed that i was thinking about something and asked me:

-What are you thinking about?

- You remind me of my father.

He smiled.

- It is nice to hear that.

It was nice to talk to him,as if i had returned to the past, as if nothing had changed.Yes, it was all very nice, but i knew it would all be over soon.I had to leave before he remembered ,that i was caught breaking into his house a few days ago.

-I must to go

I said and got up.He was going to get up but i stopped him

- Do not worry. I know where the door is.

I took the bag and left the house.

I was going.I was going and thinking. Back there in my house, at the kitchen table, my father was sitting and thinking that he had forgotten something.He did not know who I was, but he knew that something was wrong. I thought about it and it was nice to understand that i did not completely disappear. They did not know about my existence, but emotions and feelings are still there.

As soon as i thought about it i realized that i have not lost everything yet. They do not know who i am, but their feelings have not changed.That turns out to be why my father had a sense of loss. Here turns out why Noah did not call the police when he found me at his home.If i spend a lot of time with them, maybe they will remember about my existence. I'm not sure this is possible, but i have to try. I have to try to get my life back.