Suddenly, when I had decided to put behind all hopes of touching and telling their names, something deep went into my way.
I was down.
One of my knees got hurt.
I pulled myself out.
I wasn't fully embarrassed at first.
Until they called me with the man's name and I sank myself down, feeling really bad about being me.
Hate yourself! That's what their deafening screams were telling me.
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The Man I Thought Who Can't Appreciate Beauty
Short StoryA boy's story with a dying old man.