Empty crisp wraps, muddy soil, potholes and dog poop littered the entire street in a pattern that left no building unmarked by the dirt.
The site I could endure, but the stench …
Turning the corner the tank loomed ahead in the distance like a beacon, the sight of it made me smile, it brought back memories. Memories of
A father who held unto his own ideals like a pit-bull hanging unto your calf.
A mother who cowered at every upset, but never forgave a slight.
A house that echoed the raised voice and trembled more at the resounding silence.
But also memories of a man who spent his last savings building a reservoir so the neighbours didn’t run short of water. It was the first true act of kindness I saw my father do, but it was also the last I would witness for a long while.
Today, I’m going home; yes home to my mum and dad. I didn’t become the ‘Bull’ of wall street by accident, their genes lace through my bloodstream.
This song influenced my story.
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