Generations on the trail
It was a family hike, and I was behind my father on the trail. I am faster and I could’ve passed him, but I didn’t. What if he fell, and I wasn’t there to help him up?
It was like a switch had been flipped. I was the child looking after the parent, instead of the other way around. It was something I’d never felt before.
It should be said that my father, despite his age (seventy-five) and two
