I never did.

That was always the thing none of you could understand about me.” I looked at him, and I felt, to my own surprise, no hatred — only a great and final tiredness, the way you feel when a fever finally breaks.

“You don’t get to be their father because you saw your own face today and it frightened you.

A father is the person who stays.

A father is the one who asks the question before he signs the papers, not the one who begs for a second chance over his own father’s grave.