I walked around the small space , sensing the lonely father who no longer had his family by his side . I sat down again , uncomfortably staring at my baby photo on his coffee table , wondering how my father had gotten to be so alone . When my father was done , he came out to the living room and proudly pointed out the photo I had been staring at , telling me how he had bought a special frame for it , was n't it beautiful ?
I fought back the tears coming to my eyes .
Emotion: Sadness