Under the Glass Observation Dome“Daddy won’t leave me again, right?” muttered the timid, thin-framed child.Under the Glass Observation Domein School Work
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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 muster, firmly replied, “I won’t.”
As much as he knew that it was a confirmation, the child felt as if his father had forced a lie to escape from his lips. He continued to stare at his motionless, small hands, which laid limp upon his laps.
The father noticed his son’s unresponsiveness and knew what he had said was inadequate