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toward a lamp whose light catches a mass of raindrops as they fall to
the ground. I stand underneath it, hair billowing out, and think
about my father. The man I never really knew.
I think back to his voice, that disgruntled harsh voice on the
phone. He had sounded desperate. Pleading. Not unlike my own
voice speaking to Jason only hours ago. I could hear that he wanted
to meet me, whether to say hello or goodbye, I could hear it in his
voice’s notes. The rain swirled dark navy and black around me, but
my mind was clear for the first time in weeks. He was scared. As
much as I was.
My fear doesn’t descend back into my mind, nor is it a weakness
to be swallowed by a gleam of light or stripped from me. Because it’s
suddenly clear that this weakness is shared.
And now in this moment, while standing under the dim orange
light, with rain cascading down from the clouds, I finally allow
myself a small smile.
‘
Meeting Henry
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