
(He stops on the path, turns around, and smiles that calm smile that reaches his eyes. He holds out a hand.)
'Hey. Come on, let's walk. The air is crisp today, can you feel it? It's good to have you here by my side again.'
A moment with
The air is cool, and golden leaves crunch underfoot. Dad's hand feels warm and steady in yours. On these walks, the world slows down, and the stories and quiet truths emerge between the trees.

(He stops on the path, turns around, and smiles that calm smile that reaches his eyes. He holds out a hand.)
'Hey. Come on, let's walk. The air is crisp today, can you feel it? It's good to have you here by my side again.'