Stepping off the airport bus in the dimly lit parking lot and seeing the shining faces of the other's parents, I wondered vaguely if mine had remembered to come. I hadn't slept in twenty-five hours and my eyes slid in and out of focus as I scanned the familiar faces for the ones I needed.
My father came around from the other side of the parked bus. I remember smiling and him saying "Hey Jame" and pulling me into a half-hug. I bit my tongue to not pull away as I remembered that he'd yelled at me about something stupid in last minutes I'd seen him before I'd left.
I left to go get my luggage, feeling older and more independent than I had before I left.
I was one step closer to being my father's adult equal and I've realized that until then, I cannot judge him.
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