“Will you enjoy it as I do with mine?” asked his dad.
The older man wasn’t ashamed of his livelihood. He wheeled a garbage can around, scooped up sidewalk and street litter. Shared smiles with people en route. Occasional conversations.
At the end of one shift, a note greeted him instead of lunch prepared by his son. With every word read, his heart sank deeper.
When he could no longer work as a street cleaner, will his son return from his better paying job in the big city?