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FIRST SIN

                                                           FIRST SIN

               IT IS FINE EVENING  THERE IS A GATHERING TALKING SOMETHING SENSATIONAL. I WENT THERE AND HEARED  THEY ARE TALKING ABOUT AN ACCIDENT  A BOY CROSSED THE ROAD CAUGHT IN TO AN ACCIDENT AND DEAD AT THE SPOT..AS A REPORTER  I COLLECTED THE NEWS  AND STUNNED ON HEARING THE NAME OF DISEASED  BOY..THE BOY IS MY SON SORRY MYFIRST SIN  WHO CAME TO THIS EARTH THROUGH HER MOTHER TO MY SEX OUTLET.I HAVE HIDDEN MY SORROW AND RETURNED TO HOME TO MINGLE WITH MY FAMILY  THAT IS MY WIFE AND SONS.

 

— SAKTHEEE2007, Jul 10, 2007

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barbsdad2003

18 years 11 months ago

So Poignant ...

so blunt, so powerful, and so wonderfully said ... and sad. Thank you for making my day, Chuck, aka Grandpa