Umbrella Diary Entry (Dad)

I walked down into the cave with my son who looked like he was about to faint from starvation. I wanted to give him some nutella donuts from the bakery, but it was too expensive for me to even buy one. Seeing my own son experiencing such a hopeless and poor life made me feel like I am not a hard-working dad. Soon enough, we finally reached the cave for some shelter. It felt nice to feel warmth once in a while. At that moment, he asked me if I remembered how my wife used to make tacos every Tuesday. It was always filled with grilled or fried meats, melting oozing cheese, diced tomatoes with lettuce and cilantro since John was allergic to onions. This memory made me feel sorrowful and break down into many salty tears. As I cried, I realized I had given my son my no shelter… not the life he deserved.