so there's this father. he loves his family, provides for them, wants to see them grow and succeed.
but life lets him down.
at a young age his son becomes sick, deaf and mute. and it only gets worse...this sickness doesn't only affect his son's body but it plagues his soul. the father has had to endure what no parent should - watching his son throw himself into fire and water in pursuit of his own death. the father has been able to keep his son alive long enough to follow every murmur of a Healer, every rumor of Someone with the power to release his son.
but people let him down.
no one can heal his son.
hope fades and cynicism grows.
why should he continue to follow hope when all he finds is disappointment?
he resolves to stop playing the part of a fool.
when hope springs up, he stamps it out. he carefully builds walls around his heart so he won't feel the sting of disappointment or the red-hot pity from those around him.
how can he look his wife in the eyes when he can't even help their son? so he stops looking at her.
how can he pray to a God who won't help their son? so he stops praying.
why believe in a Healer who can't be found? so he stops believing.
and the walls grow thicker and his heart grows harder.
and life stops letting him down.
