I feel the scorching sun on my face. Sweat drips down my forehead and into my eyes, making them burn. I hear the cacophony of animals playing their tunes, birds mostly. I'm stuck here for hours with no sense of time. Next to me is my father, motionless, sitting in silence, just waiting. This lingering feeling of anticipation is painful, and I don’t know how much longer I could endure. Behind me, I hear father’s fishing rod as...