"Dad, you really don't need to worry 'bout it." Jack leaned against the wall outside the art building, on his cell phone as he watched the various kids showing their parents around the camp. "You've come the past three years, you really don't need to show up and see the camp you've seen every year.... Besides, you already know most of what I do here."
He listened to his dad talk for a few minutes, then nodded. "Uh huh. But seriously. It's okay, stop worrying. I'll talk to you later, okay? I've got to get back.... yeah, love you too. Bye Dad." He hung up and shoved his phone in his pocket, but instead of heading back inside the art building he remained outside, leaning on the wall as he kept watching the kids and their parents pass. It was always weird, seeing how different the kids were with their families than with the other campers.
