An image that speaks of our real world.
Imagine the grief, the leaden steps, the pain of carrying one’s own flesh and blood on one’s own shoulder. No more alive. No dreams to dream.
No time to hug his son before he passed away and say, “ I never thought the cruelty of being poor and unable to hand over money for your treatment nor given time to arrange it. No courage to look into your eyes and say, SORRY SON, YOU DID NOT DESERVE THIS”