“Don’t forget. I’m going overseas for the next six weeks to prep for the new Dracula movie,” Dad says.

Dracula. It’s a big deal. All those vampires. All that blood. All those delicate bat wings and eyeballs and pointy teeth. He’s been working hard on reinventing the way vampires look.

“Hey, Dad,” I ask. “How did you know that you wanted to be a special-effects guy?”

“It was the one thing that made me happy,” he says.

My heart skips a beat.

I pick up a piece of foam and start cutting it. I think best when my hands are working on a new project. All of a sudden, my mind is spinning at light speed.

This moment right here. Freeze time.

I am completely happy.