Even when he began earning far more than he had ever imagined, he continued to drive an inconspicuous vehicle and send money to his parents monthly without telling them any details of his fortune.
During the last few years, he deposited two thousand dollars every month so that they would not lack medicine, food, or house maintenance.
But he had also made a mistake that now weighed heavily on him.
He had stopped visiting them.
First because of work, then through travel, and finally because he always found an excuse.
That was why on that Christmas he decided to return unannounced.
However, from the moment he arrived in the town, he felt that something was wrong.
Mrs. Mabel, the lady who sold baked goods near the square, looked at him as if she had seen a ghost.
“It is good that you are back, boy,” she said. “It was about time someone from the family came.”
Mr. George, an old friend of his father, was even stranger.
“Have you seen your parents yet?” Mr. George asked.
“I am going there right now,” Shawn replied.
