I watched it change.

I watched the laughing stop.

And I understood, even then, that something bad was going to happen to that young man, and I was too frightened to do anything but look away.” He lowered his eyes.

“I have had to live with that looking away for ten years.” I did not comfort him when he said it.

I want to be honest about that.

There was a part of me that wanted to, the daughter part, the part that could not bear to see my father in pain.