His life was boring.
How could you be so serious? So solemn? So lifeless?
Some of my friends would tell me something bad about his life. But they were just honest.
Yes, he was merely eating, sitting, and sleeping. What a routine!
They said he was not in anyway contributing, no use after all. A weight that was adding to a really struggling family?
His only friend was the rocking chair that carried him through facing the oblivion.
It was the exact same thing that witnessed with him the sun setting and sun rising.
He knew he had no chance witnessing all things through naked eye.
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The Man I Thought Who Can't Appreciate Beauty
Cerita PendekA boy's story with a dying old man.
