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Rain pattered against the windows as the man stood up, he had tan, olive skin and black curls that were now frizzy, and graying. He was wearing a brown leather jacket over an off-white, button-down shirt and jeans that were patched and worn.
A woman was in front of him, she was sat at the table, her pale hands were covering her sad, sorrowful face. She was wearing a white pinafore with a brown underdress and had brown wavy hair styled into a low bun.
"I never wanna see or hear ya' again Howard!" said the woman who was sitting at the table, sobbing through her words.
"Good."
"Ya' don't care at all for your family?" She asked, lighter this time, "For your— ...our son?"
"Listen, woman, that boy has done nothin' but torment me—I feed him? He cries, I tuck him in? He cries, I do anything—he cries! He doesn't appreciate the food I work so hard to put on the table for 'em!" By now, the man's voice was booming, and the boy he thought was fast asleep, was listening in upstairs.
"If you can't handle a sweet child like Danny, then you don't deserve to have 'em."
He didn't say anything to that; it's not like he wanted the boy anyway, it was just another mouth to feed, a mouth that he couldn't afford.
The woman then made up her mind about this man standing in front of her: an unfeeling, selfish man.
"Leave."
And so he did. Only leaving a small, gold pocket watch on the table, it had cracks and scratches in the foggy glass.