Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence by Ken Slaner

As the broadcast reverberated through the airwaves, the two youngsters grappling on the verdant lawn found themselves
abruptly at a standstill.
The chubby lad, seated on the grass, appeared taken aback and bewildered. Could it truly be the case? Did this lad genuinely
have a dad?
Melon, as well, remained in a state of astonishment, surmising that perhaps there was another boy at this summer camp who
bore the same name and surname as himself. It took him a moment to connect the dots.
Upon finally snapping out of his reverie, his blood still simmering with the fury ignited by the boy’s previous utterances, he lunged
at him once more, tugging fiercely at his sleeve while demanding, “Apologize! You’ve yet to extend your apologies to me!”
By now, fellow campers had rushed to summon the camp counselor. She swiftly approached the scene, taken aback to find the
two juveniles embroiled in a tussle. Without hesitation, she intervened, separating them, and inquired, “What’s the fracas all
about? Why are you two fighting?”
Seeing the counselor’s approach, the chubby boy promptly scrambled to his feet, dusting off his trousers, and expeditiously laid
forth a grievance, “He was the one who launched a sudden assault on me!”
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“No, you’re the one who insulted me!” retorted Melon, his face flush with ire.
“He said I’m fatherless and resorted to calling me a bastard with a dead dad.”

At this juncture, a timid young girl who had summoned the counselor timidly said, “He started by insulting Max first. We all heard
it.”
The counselor furrowed her brow upon hearing such harsh language, wondering where these youngsters had picked up such
phrases. She chastised the boy, stating, “You mustn’t hurl insults at your fellow campers; your words were exceedingly harsh.”
After admonishing the chubby boy, the counselor instructed him to extend an apology to Melon. Hearing the apology, Melon
reluctantly conceded that his resorting to physical altercations had been unwarranted.
With the matter between the two youngsters resolved, the counselor turned to Melon and said, “Your father awaits you in the
lecture hall. Come along; I shall escort you there.”
Melon stood rooted to the spot, utterly bewildered.
Had that broadcast just moments ago truly been targeting him? Had his Daddy really come?
He felt incredulous, a whirlwind of confusion and excitement coursing through his veins. He promptly followed the counselor to
the lecture hall.
Entering the hall, Melon saw a man in a leather jacket seated by the window.
Melon was dumbstruck; this individual bore an uncanny resemblance to the Dad depicted in the photograph!
The appearance of his father, an individual he had never laid eyes on before, was just as sudden. Melon found himself
overwhelmed with a heady mix of exhilaration and hesitancy. He stood immobile, unsure of how to proceed.

Startled by a noise, Holden turned his head and immediately caught sight of Melon. The boy’s face was marked with dirt and
bore visible blemishes from their earlier scuffle. He instinctively furrowed his brow and quickly advanced, stooping down.
“What happened? Did someone mistreat you?”
Melon regarded him with an intense gaze, foregoing his inquiry, and instead posed a query of his own, “Are you truly my father?”
Holden chuckled warmly and tousled Melon’s hair.
“Any doubts, my boy?
Didn’t you express a desire to meet me when we conversed on the phone?”