I looked at my dad. “It’s okay,” I said. “Everything’s okay.” I didn’t really believe what I was saying. My father was wearing a serious smile. “Ari, Ari,” he said. “You’re the bravest boy in the world.” “I’m not.” “You are.” “I’m the guy who’s afraid of his own dreams, Dad. Remember?” I loved his smile. Why couldn’t he just smile all the time?
