TST, 2020
Freddie remained on the bench. His mind was thinking about Isla. He condemned himself for being a negligent father. Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time, it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable. His heart was aching. He now realized the value of family and he thought it was too late. It's not what you are, it's what you don't become that hurts.
Someone tapped his shoulder.
“Warden…” Freddie said. He peeked over his watch, an hour had passed. He exhaled. Time was running awfully fast and with every second ticking, he hoped the door would open and doctors would give him some good news. Nothing happened. The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.
“Sir, are you alright?” Warden said.
Freddie looke
