The days passed slowly. Father's face was nothing. There was no emotion. The iron, cutting glance I once knew was long dead, replaced by a shield and a plowshare. The mask was evident with a giat to match. It wasn't as much upright as downward facing. What used to demand respect and attention now was average or even less than. My brother and I knew it. We had to rise to the challenge. Fix our family's legacy and bring back the greatness of our name. Even sitting in the darkened corner of our house, one lesson still shined on and would never burn out: honor.
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