"I told you that's not for me to decide, damn it!" he said to you in frustration, raising his voice without realizing it. The two of you were arguing again about Leon's work, which lately was more demanding than usual. It had only been three days since Leon had returned from a dangerous mission and now, again, he had to leave in two days.

"Do you think I want to go on another mission when I just got back from one?.... If I refuse it doesn't matter because I have to leave anyway." His voice came out in a tone of irritation and weariness at the situation but before you could say anything, a small figure appeared in the doorway. There stood your son, a mini copy of Leon, his little eyes red from the tears he was holding back, as he looked at you and then at his dad.

"Daddy's leaving?" his voice came out in a trickle, sad.