My father sits at his desk, I'm standing by him and his arm's around my waist. It's evening and I've been home from school for an hour or so. We haven't eaten dinner yet.

He's on his computer, showing me something or other. I'm not really engaged. But I'm still nodding my head, saying "right", "I see" and "that's interesting" at the appropriate times.

I suddenly feel a strong urge to get away from this person that seems like a stranger.

But that's not right... I should- must- love my father. It's not like he's ever done anything to harm me, anything other than care for me.

So I continue to feign interest. Again.