I’m in jail. (So what if it’s ACed and I get biryani?!).
My son’s on the other side of a screen… a weekly visit.
Pop pops a question - searching for hope (for myself i.e., he has plenty) .
“Son, what do you miss most about me?”
He’s 8, a kinesthetic learner. He fiddles, ticks, shifts.
Suddenly, he stops looks me straight in the eye and says: “Everything.”
His hands begin moving again all over the place, as he tries to show what he means.
Then, he stops again, and says: “I miss all of you.”
And he’s gone.
