They two looked at me like at alien. Who could blame them right?Mom was in that kind of hospital gown that exposes a lot of skin. Overit, she was wear...ing a robe that made her look almost decent. Dad wasin a wheelchair. He was dressed similarly to mom and he was coveredwith a plead over his lap.Most probably I'd made a great mistake meeting with them. I didn'tknow how this family expressed its affection for the reunion. I simplyhugged mom and then dad. Harry was much more emotional. He hugged. But he didn’t know what he should be focusing on-should he keep watching the silver chain on the red velvet, letting his eyes travel up and down the play of light on the metal and imagining the way that each link led inexorably to the last? Should he stare placidly at the smooth silver case of the watch and picture his own mind just as smooth, just as blank? Should he keep staring into Ramona’s eyes until he lost track of time and his mouth hung open in rapt adoration? Hal could think of so. She was about 5’7, curvy, huge breasts, and long red hair. Cute you could tell by her demeanor that she would be a fun one! I sat down on the bar stool and bumped into her. “Ay, I’m sorry, honey!” I apologized while I rubbed her back. She immediately tensed up and said “That’s ok, don’t worry about it.” “Let us buy you a drink sweetie. I truly am sorry!” I apologized again. “Are you here by yourself?” “Yeah, and sure. I’ll have a. But somehow the neurons that connect his reproductive system is not as good as before. I tried my best to live with that. But after years of active sex, I can only stand it for so long. And it’s getting more and more depressing lately. Moreover, I am thinking to have one more baby. Just one more, to keep myself company as an aid for the disappointment. But looking at what just happened tonight, it might not be the case. I wipe my tears in the mirror. My long red wavy hair or ginger some might.