Richard cleared the dry leaves and dust from his father's grave and gently lowered the bouquet of fresh white lilies on the marble as he crouched in front of it. Blowing a flying kiss, he chuckled and said softly,"By the time you realise that your father was right, you have a son who thinks that you are wrong ..."Shaking his head, a small laugh left his lips again. Not worrying about the muddy ground, he squatted down and became more comfortable. His eyes fell on the tombstone and he read his dad's name loudly, pride filling his voice,"Mr. Robert D'Silva!"He