On a Sunday morning, Dad and his two surly teens emerged from the van on the edge of the park and headed towards their church. They each walked alone as if cloaked in their own shroud of misery, when a girl, clinging to her boyfriend trotting beside her, glided past on a skateboard. It was the girl’s panicked eyes darting from Dad to his kids that got to them. Something about her fear mingling with wild joy brought them right back to now, this moment. I’d like to say that as they shared a smile their private resentments melted away so that they could come together as a family. But maybe that’s more than this slender moment can carry.