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I wanted to prod him to qualify “everything,” but I knew already that our concepts of such wouldn’t mesh well. We’d just argue, and certainly I would then feel compelled to approach Nathan, ask him questions about his interests as a father might, his video games, give him a hug even. But their relationship is not my relationship.
The scar on my hand has since faded, too soft now for a photograph. I take care at every beer bottle, though, taking the few seconds to test the cap’s grip before twisting. Despite Terry’s advice, I will never experience this essay with my son. He can play all the video games he wants. I just hope he’ll play for fun and not to fill a void of my own creation.