His words struck me.
"How old is your son?" I asked.
"He will turn 18 next month," he replied.
A thought hit me like lightning. Two days ago, I had seen a woman and a young man leaving the ATM in frustration. Could they have been his wife and son?
"Yes, my friend," he confirmed with a sad smile. "That was my wife and son. They took out their frustration on me when they got home. My wife has a job, yet she treats me like this."
I could hear the pain in his voice.
"What should I do now? I'm tired of life," he murmured, his eyes void of hope.
---