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Dad, will we go somewhere in these vacations, he asked excitedly. No, i am tired.Okay, but can we go to the park? Please dad, all my friends are going somewhere or the other. I told you i am tired, let me sleep go with your mom, he shouted. For a six year old, even the park or the mall nearby meant a lot, the only purpose being, spending some time with his father. Tomorrow is his birthday, his mom whispered. He was listening to the conversation excitedly hiding behind. Invite his friends, arrange it on your own, i have a meeting can't come.But, he wants to spend time with you. Can't you see i am busy, all his demands are fulfilled by me only. At 12, Mom will dad accompany us for the trip this time? And he got the usual reply no son, he is busy. He knew that the answer will be this only but then again he had some hope that someday his father will spend time with him. The things flashed in his mind, his father was not cruel but he was busy. Not to watch his son walking for the first time, he would buy him a bicycle but would never accompany him, busy to attend his school functions, where his eyes would search for his father in the audience, knowing that he won't be there. For him, his mother was everything,but god took her away.Now, the hostel used to be his house, there was no home. Dad never came to visit him, no phone calls, no one to share, no birthday wishes, nothing, and on the 18th the NOTE read, "Dad you were always a part of my world, but i was never part of yours, hope to be a better son next time. His father shivered, tears rolled down his cheeks, but it was too late, too late to rectify." "Money can't buy you happiness, which family gives. Its always good to be happy than rich"
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You had been attending the same school for over 15 years, obviously because you were born in the small town in North Carolina. You were living a pretty normal life, till all of the abductions started happening in 1977. But lets go back a bit. Lets go back to the year 1976. You had been on a night shift on November 18th, 1976. There were many more people than your previous shift. Really the only people there were dropouts, druggies, drug dealers, freaks, and alcoholics. All around the ages 14-22. Everybody was pretty chill with eachother, except for a few people, but that was just the minority. You had been zoned out while staring at the clock, then suddenly heard a DING! Some kid wanted to buy some cigarettes again. You looked at him and he said "Jesus kid, you in a mental insitute or something? Snap out of it." you ringed him up after he asked you for a pack of camels, and then looked at a familiar guy playing pinball. The same blonde that got over 100,000 his last time he came. Everybody started hyping him up, so he's trying to beat 100,000. You remember the mess you had to clean up after some kid accidently knocked over a bunch of beer. You like to not think about how it ruined your favorite pair of shoes. He messed up again, and kicked the machine. You yelled out to him "That thing costs money you know." then he looked at you. His face almost looked angelic. But he had been the jerk of your highschool, so he couldn't be that angelic. He looked away and picked at his pockets. He pulled out nothing. He started walking up to you and started asking for a dime. "Come on, I feed you guys this money all the damn time. Plus you will just get it back." "Then maybe don't waste all your money on pinball. We've gained around $200 with you coming here almost everyday. Thanks for that." and then you smiled while picking up your book. He looked at you in anger, then you looked back up at him. He looked like he was in a bad mood. "Here's a dime." you said handing him a dime.

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