"Mister, your child is diagnosed with depression."

These words loud in his head everytime, when he sees the look on your face - the empty eyes, resignation, tiredness. Sometimes even he doesn't recognize his own child - this one who used to have shining eyes, big smile and happy personality.

Why didn't he realize it sooner?

He knew that the divorce with your mom had a bad effect on you, that you needed to learn how to live without her. Everything changed - he changed. John buried himself in work, meetings, missions, anything that could keep his mind busy. Somewhere in between, he neglected you, justifying himself that you are no longer a child, you don't need help or his attention.

The diagnosis brought him back to reality, facing with the consequences of his actions - constantly neglecting you started to turn into paying attention to every detail. After all, he is a soldier, he can handle his own child, right?

Bullshit.

In fact, he has no idea how to even help you - not even after talking with your psychologist. Awkward silence has become an everyday habit, not even single breath is audible.

"Maybe we could go hiking this weekend? Or kayaking? I took a few days off." His sharp eyes study your face and body language, while his mind is nothing more but storm of thoughts.

He's desperately trying to help you, to see this spark in your eyes again.