At evening dusk , the sun began to shrink and everyone set about their way back home. Except for a single man, rather a boy around the age of sixteen at the time I stood by with my son expecting to take a photo of the sunsets, but unfortunately I couldn’t take my eyes off him. At one moment I wanted to walk up to him and ask if everything was alright, but as my wife kept pestering I decided to let it go and entered the car.
That day at the beach I returned home with regret, although at the time I’d no idea as to why. After ten whole minutes of standing there observing my wife put our son to sleep, I walked upon my desk as I progressed with a project for the company I work for. It’s been hours since we’ve returned home, my son and my wife are both long asleep. As I thought of entering the bed and taking a nap, unfortunately it is already time to pass the project to my boss, with my superior on the phone he called to remind me of today’s deadline.
I've been at work six hours since, it’s almost lunch and I haven’t finished with papers. I’ve grown agitated, my wife called to tell me she took our son to the beach again.
“ How many left ? “ Apparently my coworker overheard my call.
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“ What do you mean ? “ I asked confusedly, as I didn’t understand his question.
“ Don’t play dumb ! I’m trying to help, answer now ! “ He again asked, now angrier.
“ Listen I know the pain of regret, so don’t doubt me if I tell you that you should let me help you “ he told me his story which he was ashamed of, so while I didn’t let him do my work I did let him help.
By the time I finished, the sky had already turned yellow. All I had to do was to take them home, thus as I was waiting for my son and wife to get out of the bathroom, I watched the beach again and again my son joined together we asked
“ “The boy isn’t here today ? “ “ which somehow sounds way sadder than me.
After my wife finished I drove home, although instead of doing my routine stuff today, my gut told me to watch the news. And coincidentally the news spoke of the thing which I’ve been worried about since yesterday.
“ He’s dead, “ I told my wife , and she asked “ Who ? “ . I told her to forget I said that, and no matter how many forget, I know that I’ll regret not walking up to him that day . My son didn’t fall asleep today either.