Sitting by the lake

'Hey mister'
'Get out of here kid...go on..beat it'
'But I want to sit here...'
'Well you can't'
'Why'
'Because I've had a really rough week and I just want to be left in peace.'
'Maybe you should try talking to someone...that's what my mum always tells me.'
'Yeah like i'm going to take advice from a nine year old'
'I am ten...actually'
'Didn't your mum ever tell you not to talk to strangers?'
'Yeah, but she also said if someone looked sad that I should try to help them...'
'This mum of yours sounds like an incredible lady'
'Oh she is. So, tell me your problem'
'I can't believe I am about to open up to a ten year old I just met'
'Thats ok mister, I read a lot and my mother tells me i'm p..persistant'
'Persistent?'
'Yeah, thats it'
'...and your problem?'
'Oh. Right. Well...the work I do for a living makes me miserable, the women I loved left me and I feel as if no one cares'
'I care'
'Well thats very nice of you but all the same...I don't count on ten year olds for moral support'
'Thats a shame...you see...me...that's all I count on...times are happy...we still have dreams...ignorance is bliss and all that yadda yadda..just a regular peter pan mister'
'That must be nice'
'I care about you'
'You said that'
'No I mean, I really do care about you'
'Why'
'Well...mister...er...the fact of the matter is...well...I think your my dad'