And what should have been the most relaxing, the most intimate, the most tender moment of the day, when a dad sits down to read to his son, became instead this kind of gladiatorial battle of wills, a clash between my speed and his slowness.
Og det der skulle have været den mest afslappende, den mest intime, den mest ømme tid på dagen, når en far sidder ned og læser for sin søn, blev i stedet denne form for gladiator kamp mellem viljer, en konflikt mellem min hastighed og hans langsomhed.