by Tristan Parker
You are not my first son. I had many before you, and I loved them. When my livestock were wiped out and my home destroyed, I did not miss them. Years have gone by, and my fortune is restored, but with each new day, I feel the pain afresh. I can never forget my children.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Second Job
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