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.