Finally, Jonas got home. He parked his bike in the garage and entered the house. His parents’ vehicles in the garage; he knew they were still at home. In slow and soft steps, he sneaked; he did not want them to hear him. Too bad, he thought he would sneak. Eagerly, they awaited for his return. In the living room, he bumped into them; just seated waiting for his arrival. Why they were waiting for him in that manner; he could not hitherto apprehend.

His parents however, upon his entry into the house, were mollified. From the look on their faces, Jonas knew that whatever they had for him was definitely new to him. He just wished it were not a continuation of his father’s lectures about seeing the doctor. His father, still making up for past, broke the absurd silence.

He took short strides towards him, “Son, it’s good to see you back. I am sorry about earlier. It was wrong to talk to you the way I did. I should have listened to you,” with his right hand, he reached for Jonas’ shoulder.