There was anger in his eyes. I could see the fire burning every time I looked into them. He used to be in that same spot; I sometimes gave him a dime. If only I saw some remorse…
“Won’t you ever forgive me?” he would ask.
My reply was always the same.
“No, father… ”
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© Leo 03/06/2011