Later that night, I was passing by my father’s study when I overheard him speaking to Rahim Khan. I pressed my ear to the closed door.
‘ – grateful that he’s healthy,’ Rahim Khan was saying.
‘I know, I know. But he’s always buried in those books or shuffling around the house like he’s lost in some dream.’
‘I wasn’t like that.’ Baba sounded frustrated, almost angry.
Rahim Khan laughed. ‘Children aren’t coloring books. You don’t get to fill them with your favorite colors.’
– the kite runner. khaled hosseini.