▪︎Hiding behind the Newspaper▪︎ ~A short story 《Captioned》 Hiding behind the Newspaper I've seen my dad flipping the grey pages of the newspaper vigorously. I've been seeing it for ten years or should I say ten long years. It feels like, he escapes the time through it. But as I'm blooming up and he's gradually withering, I am unable to resist my quest to know how he can read the same newspaper thrice a day, like a passivity. Deep down my heart I knew if he answers, it will be devastating. But with a hope, though false, I approached him. 'Dad! Of course you are doing great but is there's something you want to share with me?'