Today Amir came up to my smoking room when Rahim Khan and I were drinking whiskey and smoking pipes. Amir told me he wrote his first short story in just 30 minutes, but I gave him a fake smile to show I was uninterested in his writing. We sat there in silence for a while till Rahim Khan broke it when he asked Amir for his writing. I wonder what he did with it. I wondered why I gave Amir a cold shoulder and didn’t read his short story. After Rahim Khan left I was sitting on my reclining sofa reflecting on what I did to Amir. I honestly don’t know why I did it. I think I’m still in denial that he’s my son. I mean who wouldn’t be in denial if their son is nothing like them. I would never guess he was mine unless I saw my wife give birth to him,
