Years later.My daughter had grown up and started school.It was summer. The sun beat down hard on the streets.She was holding my hand as we walked, and suddenly, she stopped."Mommy."I looked down at her. "What is it?"She pointed ahead. "Why is that man wearing so many clothes?"I looked where she was pointing.On the street corner, a janitor was sweeping.He wore a hat and a mask, head bowed low. It was blazing hot, but he was bundled up from head to toe.I smiled. "Because the sun's very strong here. Some people don't do well in it."She nodded.But she kept watching.Then she said, "Mommy, that man is crying."I froze.When I looked again, the man had slowly lifted his head.Under the brim of his hat, I recognized the face instantly.Adrian.He'd grown so thin. He looked ten years older.When he saw me, his entire body went rigid.Then he took one step. And another. Walking toward us.My daughter shrank behind me, instinctively frightened.I put my arm around her.Adrian stopped
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