Detachment

Today I went to visit my father, whom I had not seen for a long time. He lives in a house with a small garden, far from the city, with his two dogs and a cat. No matter how warm hearted he is, he could never manage to make me and my sister feel like he is always there and I could never understand why. When I went to his house today, I realized that he wanted an alone and peaceful life based only on himself. At first it was hard to make peace with it but then it felt relieving to find a reason about all of these complicated actions of his. Carrying the anger and huge love in my heart, I went to his garden and I saw 4 of these chairs, but I don't know why he bought a set of 4 when he was so happy in solitude and a life of only himself. Maybe that's how he shows himself that we always have a place in his life, or that's what I want to believe.