He thought he was a failure. He grew up following his dad's advice and ignoring his mum's distress. He was a good student in school, his mom was proud. His dad left one night. His mom had to work as a cleaner to bring her 2 kids up. He never saw his dad, until one day his dad then interfered, came back into his life, wanted him to be a famous football player. He left college thinking he can be rich by playing football. All is well, until he was left injured. That was his last game.
His dad left him soon after that.
His mom's birthday- his dad called. He thought it was to wish his mom a "Happy Birthday". His dad actually wanted to tell him to play football for an opening game of the league. It was called "Old Timers Game".
He searched for excuses. He found one. He said he had to attend a meeting. His customer wants him to fly down right that very night.
That was the last time he saw his mom. His mom died of heart attack the next morning.
He had a perfect wife. One who cared for him for whatever he was. But, his depression and love for alcohol pushed his wife and little girl away. He did not attend his girls wedding, he wasn't even invited, actually.
He drove one night, with no sleep and plenty of alcohol in his body. He crashed into the divider, and he floated out of his body.
He was dying. He went home. And it was like he never left. His mom greeted him and they chatted, ate and went for a walk.
He then understood, he got a day for with his mom. To be with her, to apologise and to have her in his life, for one more day.....
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