Under the Glass Observation Dome“Daddy won’t leave me again, right?” muttered the timid, thin-framed child.The man, standing before his son, turned his fatigued, weary eyes towards his son’s imploring voice. This was the first time his son had asked this question. He had expected his son to ask this question under the circumstances that they both were under. But he had never expected his son to ask it in an obsolete tone, as if his child had lost all faith in him and felt as if his presence was the very last time he would be able to see him. Distressed, he exhaled a deep, tiresome sigh from his lungs and with as much assurance as he could possibly
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