I had a dream last night where my dad and I were eating dinner in a crowded Indian restaurant. We were having curry. I had friends of mine in the restaurant but they were eating at other tables behind us.

I don’t remember everything that happened in the dream except for the part where I asked my dad why he and mom divorced. “She had her own reasons”, dad said almost wistfully as if he were being purposely vague. I persisted. He knew it seemed, but wouldn’t tell me. It was like he was keeping a secret of mom’s to protect her.

Or me.