THE PRIDE OF A BROKEN HEART

The man stood outside of the large building staring at his cell phone. On his phone was the picture of his son holding a big fish. The man had left home at 4:30 a.m. and he wouldn't be home until nearly 8. He left for work before the boy was awake, and if he was lucky he would return in time to kiss the boy good night and tuck him in bed. This time of year the pictures on his cell phone was treasured.