With an aged, pekid (He really is
old.), pale pallor, he pondered,
“There are two kinds of people —
the ones who increase your joy
and those who steal your joy.”
Yup, he thought, nobody should
have a parent who steals your joy.
And then he thought, in his pallid,
pale ways, She had her own darn
demons. It is said that children
spend the first ten years worship-
ing their parents and the rest of
their lives trying to forgive them.
Then with an aged gaze to the
sky, he smiled and said, “It’s okay, mom, I forgive you; please forgive me.