One quiet afternoon, my son called me unexpectedly. His voice sounded softer than usual. He wasn’t asking for money.He wasn’t in a hurry to end the conversation either. He simply said,“Dad, I love you.” That alone caught me off guard. He has always been the independent type — handling things on his own and rarely expressing emotions openly. After the call ended, I sat there for a long time replaying his words in my mind. There was something about his voice I couldn’t ignore.Not panic.Not sadness.Just… heaviness. That same evening, I booked a flight. I didn’t tell him I was coming.Part of me didn’t want to make it dramatic.I just wanted to see him for myself and know he was okay. The next day, I stood outside his hostel room feeling strangely nervous. When his roommate opened the door and saw me, his face changed immediately.He quietly stepped aside and let me in.