Son of the Father comes home. Father Son shall not see eleven years ago. Is 26. Son. Father has for many years. But it sure looks older than it has.
Father Son passed his messy home. Had other women after Mother. One left it in ruins. One night he was mysteriously and with it went all the savings that Father was under the mattress. That morning, when Father got up, a few days ago not shaved and went into the kitchen drawers, it was a mate and thought about anything for a long time. Then he decided he would go to the field. But he had no money to go outside. Had no money directly.
son sat at the table with checkered oilcloth. The tablecloth was stuck with bugs under the wooden table. And you could tell he had cut to fit. He noted that Father had acquired a nasty habit. Father bit his fingers all the time, pulling the skin that was falling. And when the mouth of the finger away a string of drool hung, and looked engrossed in a huge blue eyes. Father had a green visor cap, a beard of several days with parties graying brown and tanned and wrinkled skin. I had jeans and brown shoes in bad condition and a white shirt detached. He had a belly that hung over his belt.
Son: What have you been doing these years?
Father: How's your mother? Son
realized that Father was speaking from a humble tone. Of hurt for life. It was agreed there's some violent scenes when I was a kid. From his father yelled at and stuff. He preferred to remain silent. Father began to bite off a piece of skin was already red thumb. Son looked away. Towards a clock that was above the refrigerator. Could not bear to see his father biting his fingers. Then decided to say something for Father began to talk and stop this act uncomfortable.
Son: Okay. Today when I got up had gone to the fair. And when I left had not arrived. I did not see all day.
Mother Son spoke as if seeing her father every day. He realized he was not prepared to see his father. I had nothing to say. That does not inspire pity or hate or anything. Asked to go to the bathroom only make time and then leave. Went to the bathroom, looked a little tiles, toilet, washbasin. Turned on the tap. The closed, pulled the tank and left. As he left, Father was in the fridge.
Father: Want a drink?
Son: No, I have to go because I was to meet with people just now.
Son was going to the door father looked for a while before leaving. Blue eyes, great was all he could say. I felt somewhat ashamed because Son was to visit and see him in that state. Why had he gone? Why the surprise? Without notice anything? He had crossed a whole world of things with a visit to Son in which long time no thought. He opened the door. Greeted him with a kiss on the cheek.
Son lit a cigarette halfway down the block, looking tiles.
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