My days pass as I sit here on my bench, looking through the gates at the school across the road. Look at those young children running around, when the bells rings they run out and search for their parents before hugging them signaling that school is over. I am 78years old now, and I had 2 sons. Oh how they grow so fast. I remember the days when I used to pick them from school, but not like the parents of today in their cars. I used to have a trishaw and I would wait for them with their “ice balls” in hand as they ran out and jumped onto the seats. Oh what good times that was. Now, my eldest is a lawyer in Melbourne and my youngest a doctor in England. My late wife, God rest her soul always wanted a daughter as she said that girls would always take care of their parents. But I always wanted boys to carry on my name and legacy with hope that they would grow up and be better than me. Unfortunately, they are better than me. Today I sit here with other parents whose children are better than them and we sit and talk about the times when our children still needed us.
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