Rewind to 2000.
I was switching between Snake and PAC-Man, killing time on an international flight.
Mom sat beside me.
Twenty hours later, we landed at Frankfurt Airport.
“How come you’ve become so fat?!“.
It was my dad.
A seven-year-old boy ran 5 kilometers with his dad.
Every morning.
Before sunrise.
Work repeated itself.
Dream went quiet.
Sleep gone.
Running.
Nothing else worked.