The Unseen Mark

Watching someone familiar suffer in a dream always lingers with me.
It’s never about the wound itself but the helplessness that follows.
Just like in life, wounds—whether visible or hidden—remind us how fragile those we care about really are.
Sometimes, I find myself checking on my family twice before leaving for work, even if everything seemed fine moments ago.
It’s these small moments of worry that quietly shape a father’s day among his endless duties.