As they walked the long line of grapes, his father told him he would one day run the whole business. Antonio smiled outwardly, but inwardly, he cried out. He didn’t want to be a business man. He wanted to use his camera and capture the world. But years ago, his father called his dreams “an aloof dream of a teenage boy”, and so, he hid his dreams. After all, he could be the dutiful son, keeping up appearances.
“It would all be temporary anyway,” he convinced himself, “After all, the old man can’t live forever.” Thoughts he kept to himself as he forced another smile toward his father.