With everyone enjoying inside the house, Dylan was away at a distance hugging his head as he cried his heart out in silence, no words coming up as he snuggled closer into his dad's embrace.
"What happened…? Why are you crying?" The old man questions, after letting Dylan cry out his pain on his shoulder, even though he was more than curious to know what had his son suffering like this, he kept silent.
Dylan felt ashamed, he couldn't even look his dad in the eyes, "Nothing dad… just I remember something terrible I did." Dylan speaks, hiding his face in his dad's chest, the old man heaves out a sigh understanding his son's polite way of saying, 'please don't ask anything ' and he remains silent.
"Hey, it's okay. Come on, let's go home." Dylan looks up with his teary eyes at his dad's word, gulping down the lump he nods his head letting his dad pull him up, slowly in silence they both make their way down the road searching for a taxi.
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