Bother

His father didn't remember that day. He didn't remember the photo either, let alone the pinwheel. The old man just never bothered.

But someone else bothered. He saw the photo, the pinwheel. He saw him. He saw the kid inside him.

He had been well trained. The man was better. He liked the bait and took it. He forgave the invasion and inception. He loved it.

Tracking down the man took some real hard work, especially after splitting and partially giving up his family business to charity.

And now, they are under the hunter's moon on the other side of Atlantic. The man shrugs and is smiling, with sparkles in his eyes that is almost like he's winking at him.

"Why bother?"

He sits down and gestures the man to sit with him,

"Because I want to ask why you bothered with me."