Model Son, Monster Father
His reddened eyes drew a wave of sympathy from the crowd.
He, a six-foot-three man, buried his face in his jacket and sobbed until his shoulders shook nonstop. Even strands of his hair projected vulnerability.
Sniffling, he said in a hoarse voice, "I'm grown up now, Dad. I have my own thoughts.
"For the first 20 years of my life, I always did what you told me, but I'm an adult now. I have my family and child, so you can't keep me tied to you forever…"