There was a ceremony at the camp, and my father was there to accept an award. I had heard about it, and I begged to go. I just wouldn’t give it up, and I promised that I’d behave and what not. So they let me attend. I watched from a few feet away as my father was handed a plaque. It shined in the sunlight pouring in. And then I could’ve sworn he looked in my direction. I thought I saw a twinkle in his eye. Then, I felt better than I had in a long time. Afterwards, I dared to go up to shake his hand, and when I did, I felt my mother. He didn’t say anything to me, like ‘Thank you, son,’ but the look on his face was enough. For a short time, he actually looked contented,â€? Casimir explained.
I felt happy for Casimir, since he did have some fond memories in his life. They had finally begun to surface after all of this time. “Well, maybe you can come to camp with me sometime. Perhaps tomorrow,â€? I said hopefully.
“That’s a good idea. I don’t see why not,â€? he replied.