seemed unable to move.
He placed one hand against the wall, as though he needed support.
Then he hurried toward us.
The businessman had stopped halfway down the jet bridge and turned around.
The pilot passed the gate counter without hesitation.
He approached my father, stared into his face, and suddenly wrapped both arms around him.
It wasn’t an ordinary greeting.
He embraced Dad like someone reunited with a person he’d believed was lost forever.
“I can’t believe it’s really you,” he whispered.
I stood there, speechless.
Dad gently patted
