One day I caught sight of my son. He was striding along with a briefcase under his arm. He took off his hat and bowed and I saw he was as bald as a coot. I was almost certain it was he. I turned round to gaze after him. He went bustling along on his duck feet, bowing and scraping and flourishing his hat left and right. The insufferable son of a bitch.
The narrator recalls a moment when he spotted his son confidently walking with a briefcase, a sight that evoked a complex mix of feelings. Despite recognizing his son's baldness, which was surprising, the narrator hesitated, leaving him uncertain about his identity. The encounter reveals a moment of reflection and conflict, highlighting the narrator's complex view of his son, filled with both pride and disdain.
This fleeting yet vivid interaction conveys the...
