Dad can I fly?
Because man cannot fly.
But I can. See? (demonstrating a short flight from his chair to the ceiling)
It is dangerous.
But Dad I’ll take care of the dangers, don’t you think I should fight them and not be afraid of them?
No. Since I love you, you are more important to me than your wild ambitions.
But Dad, I’ll be safe, I promise.
While you’re on your flight, who will take care of your life? Who will go to the job and earn bread? Who will take care of your wife, your family, once you’re married?
Dad. I’ll manage.
You cannot. I’m your Dad. I know your limitations better than you.
But Dad, didn’t you say I cannot fly and I flew right in front of your eyes. Maybe I can do more than what you think Dad.
Don’t argue. I know life more than you. You’ll know one day that I was right. You cannot understand yet.
Go to sleep or you’ll be sleepy at school. Goodnight.
The child wasn’t particularly obedient, but he’d never risk losing his family’s love for his dreams. He never thought of flying anymore, and in fact forgot that he had this supernatural ability to fly without wings.
… all in the name of love, or what he perceived to be love, or what his Dad claimed to be love.