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the hurt child

the hurt child His father had been away for a long time Although their mother had divorced her husband he visited his children his young son was excited  he could hardly remember his dad when he came smelling of beer, pointed to the pale little child and said Whose son is that instantly the bitter disappointment the child the hurt was so deep he withdrew  into his inner world The father spoke to him again, but he didn't apologized, said he was only joking Too late, the child didn't talk to him again When the father visited again, the youngest son sat in another room, refused to see  his father, the adults didn't understand  when the father died, the son didn't appear a his funeral.  Emotionally fractured it took him many  years to recover.

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