An hour before Marco and Maria arrived.
Dilan sat on the bench in the School's compound as he waited patiently for Maria's arrival.
He'd been there so long that his skin was already starting to tingle with the need of a shower, or maybe even a nap, but he couldn't bring himself to go.
His eyes landed on the other kids playing near him. They looked happy. There wasn't much he could say about them - they weren't like him, were they? The other children were not like him, they all had dads. But he liked their smiles anyway. He liked when they played together and ran around laughing, without worrying about where he was going next because they didn't want to go away, either. And they laughed more than anything, it seemed. That made him feel better about being a child without a father, at least. He wanted to join them but it didn't feel right to do so .
