He surprised me by what he did next. He stepped toward me and before I knew what he was doing, he hugged my head against his stomach. He didn’t say anything at first; he just hugged me for a long time. When he stopped hugging me I took half a step back and looked up at him. I was completely shocked to see, that he was crying… my dad was crying and I don’t mean a single tear either.
“You okay?” I asked him.
He smiled and rubbed my face with one hand.
“Come on,” he said putting that same hand behind my head and ushering me out of the bathroom and back into my room, “let’s get something on that rash before it does start itching.”
