Long was busy taking pictures of everyone. I was more curious about father and what was in his mind. After all, Doesn’t he enjoy climbing hills? Doesn’t he enjoy outdoor nature? Doesn’t he enjoy the views?
Does he really refuse to travel as he refused to change? Is he really afraid of traveling or just the part of traveling on the road?
These questions hooked my attention and somersaulted the whole way to a cafe inside Link City at Exhibition and Convention Center, when later we decided to have a cool drink and enjoy the air-conditioning. It was a busy fashionable cafe. No one objected when I chose a table on the open edge next to an aisle. Mother looked around and made some insignificant comments on the things she had viewed and reviewed. Long said something unimportant with unemotional smiles. He always had that “fake” smile hanging on his face, like a piece of extra skin carrying nothing but an irritation.