A son is a love letter that a father writes to his heart.
It is the greatest legacy a father can leave behind.
So, for the father, losing his son means losing his legacy.
One such father was Socrates.
He lost his legacy and he revealed that to Pablo and the ten slaves.
"Sorry to hear that, Chief." Nike said.
"Where's your wife?" Pablo asked about something else entirely.
"She has been dead for years now. I only had my son and he too went away." Socrates was smiling but that smile had buried sadness underneath.
"How many days has it been since his death?" Pablo asked another question. He was interrogating the old man.
"Two months. Just after a few days of coming here he ventured inside the house."
"I see." Pablo put his hand on Socrates' shoulder. "We have to keep moving no matter what comes in our way. You have gone on for two months, you will go on for more."
