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"Dad, what are you doing here?" A black-haired man, with hazel green eyes, maturity dripping from his face, asked a white head man, wrinkly face and confused expressions.

"I'm sorry. I lost my way." The white head man with emerald eyes replied with a tremor in his voice which was the gift of old age.

"This doesn't even the way to home. Where were you going, by the way?" He asked the old man, approaching him and helping him sit on the bench.

The old man took almost five minutes to think with a confused face before answering "I don't know." He said looking up but then his confusion intensified as he stared at the face of the black-haired guy.

"I'm sorry but who might be you, gentleman?" He asked politely unknown of the fact that whenever he said something like that, it hurt the other man so much.

"Let's get you home." He spoke, standing up and helping the white-haired old man, keeping his touch and hold very gentle.

"Where is home?" The old man questioned but nonetheless followe