Raymond Carver <Cathedral>

His parents were watching TV. He was sitting down a chair away from parents. He took popcorns into his mouth. He looked at them and turned her eye to the TV. He thought it is so strange because they seemed uninterested in knowing what TV is shwoing. Why did they fix their eyes on there all the time even though they don't have any interest? He kept his hand in the bowl laying on his laps, and said.
"I'll never live unhappily like you." His mother looked up him on the chair and then at his father. He was waiting for one of them to comment.
"Is there any problem?" His mother said to him. "No," He answered. She tapped his father on the shoulder, and shrugged as he turned his head toward her.
"It's late. It's time to go to bed," His father said to him. He threw a look at father and kept silence. She nudged his father, but he just drew a breath and shook his head.
"I feel things get headed in the wrong direction," He said looking down on his toes. "If, if I were you, I'll never live like this." His father shook his head again.
"I always know what you're saying to us. But it's too late, and we have to this program without leaving any," His father said. He got up from the chair and went his room without so much as saying goodnight.

"It was me. I still remember that day. I was a mere child then," He said.
"Why do you think by now?" I asked.
"You know, when somebody asked about my family, I came to say that everybody's fine. that was life," He grinned and lowered his eyes. He flicked his cigar. "My son hadn't say anything with me for a while." He just grinned at me some more. We all knew what we were going to say, but nobody said out loud.

We'll watch the TV continuously. We'll talk less and less, thinking what and who is the problem. And, at the same time, we'll come to recall that day, the distant colored by beautiful memory. And, sipping beer, we are to say: "Everything's fine. This is the life." I know almost everyone's life is like that. Almost everyone but you.