bawling his eyes out on the park bench
and his father putting a reassuring arm around his slouching shoulder
telling him that everything is ok
until his quivering frame becomes a blurred ball of minute movement that blends into the background.
Nothing can possibly bring back that sense of helplessness that we once had, that feeling that everything has something fearful about it; it all goes away.
And stare someone in the eye, why don't you, and tell him or her that you don't miss that feeling at all?
