Remainder
A post-Arow fanfic by storyranger
When I was seven, I asked my father for an estimate on the remainder term for a Taylor expansion of the hyperbolic cosine.
I watched his face change, and I knew. I knew.
He didn't have an answer.
There comes a time in every boy's life when their father stops being an all-knowing, invincible being and starts to be a flawed human being, just like you.
I was seven, and I asked my dad a question he couldn't answer. We realised that day that there was nothing left for him to teach me about math.
We had crossed a line, and nothing could ever be quite the same again.
R&R, please. First NUMB3RS fic, and critiques are welcomed!
