There Will Be Time

My Dad had to go away for the summer. I'm not sure if it was jail or the hospital this time. He won't talk about it but he'll talk about almost anything else. Movies. Books. History. I ask him questions and he's always got an answer. Dad knows something about almost everything, except how to be normal. He's been doing pretty good lately. Staying clean and taking his pills, no voices in the hallway or sirens outside - and talking about our family more, telling me stories about when he was a kid. I think I'm helping him. I hope I am.