There was this boy in my neighbourhood growing up. He used to play hide and sick with my my brother and I, sometimes my best friend too. We used to call him Wrinkle nose because of the huge glasses that sat on his nose bridge that he would constantly try to lift up using his nose and cheeks. It was funny to watch. Every night, while the sun was setting he would wave goodby and run down the street and disappear.
Every morning before school, he'd accompany his father to his work, where his father worked a 9 to 5. So every morning he'd roll his single father in his wheelchair down the road by the pavement and crossed streets before leaving him by the bus stops.
Later that year we moved because my father got a job and my mother was happy for a change of scenary.
10 years have passed and today I saw his face on tv. He's a lawyer. And he still has those stupidly huge glasses.
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Untold Stories
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