The picture smiled at him, a reflection of himself as a boy; a youth he’d never know.
Patience is a virtue, a virtue Rosie didn’t have.
He gulped his whisky.
He loved her, but he wanted things done right. A good job doesn’t spring up overnight.
He filled his glass, gulped, refilled.
I’m a good, hard worker, he thought, I wanted to give her the world.
The picture came today; a note was attached but no return address:
“This is your son. We’re fine”
He always put her needs first, he forgot about their wants.
He should have been selfish.
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Mein Führer! I can walk!