"Father was next to me, just steady and quiet. The sound of the pouring rain made the moment like eternal and timeless at the same time.
As expected in the 50's communication parents to kids was not too in vogue back then. I had to stay quiet, trying to figure out what father was thinking...
Until now I hope mother would've been there to comfort me as she always used to do."
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