The first time I saw him he was sitting on the corner, crying alone. I didn't bother to ask 'why' because when the light his smilling face return. Then it keeps on repeating like an old tape, same place, same corner, same teary eyes. Till the guitar string break. I said to myself, tomorrow, I will ask him why. The guitarist where replacing the string with a new one--that's when he called my name and said to me. "My father is home." I can't exlpain the joy on his face when he told me that.

The next time I saw him, he was sitting on the corner, smilliing.