A Shadow of His Former Self
The bells above the door chimed, signaling a new arrival. My father stepped inside, looking far removed from the imposing figure I remembered.
He wore a gray suit that hung loosely on his frame, wrinkled and stained. His once-pristine appearance had deteriorated significantly during our years of estrangement.
He paused at the entrance, squinting against the dim lighting of the diner. The disheveled sight was jarring.