Moment

"Dad, are you okay?", my three-year old son worriedly asked me.
I didn't realize I was already deep in thought, thinking of a better life I want to provide my family, when he blurted this. I was driving to the mall this morning with him in tow. There must have been ten minutes of awkward silence in the car as my mind wandered off, that made him worry.

I pulled over the car to the side of the road and looked at him dearly.
"Dad is okay. Thank you," then I moved him and the carseat from the back to sit next to me.

I continued driving off to the supermarket as I held my son's hand and patted his shoulder, realizing there is no better place to be at that moment than to be where I am.