[Hearing him talk about his dad that way brought a faint smile to her face. Clearly Riz deeply admired him, and missed him.]
He sounds amazing.
[Riz had been so young too.
It was hard talking about such loss, she knew that. So she didn’t press him. Riz would tell her whatever he felt comfortable with sharing. So instead of prying further or changing the subject, she offered him a bit of herself in return.]
no subject
He sounds amazing.
[Riz had been so young too.
It was hard talking about such loss, she knew that. So she didn’t press him. Riz would tell her whatever he felt comfortable with sharing. So instead of prying further or changing the subject, she offered him a bit of herself in return.]
I was six when my father died.