A far away feelin' comes over the man at the gate. Watching the generic parents go about their routine. Kids scamper like kids do. Some fall down always getting up of course. The pang arrives in due time, that emotionally knawing pang of loss, regret, and unfortunate circumstance. A faded soccer ball rolls to his feets. He bends down picking it up . her soft brown eyes quietly meet his as he hands the frizzy haired child the ball. She happily takes it. Her precious grin priceless. Turning away she takes a step or two, stops. The soft breezes wash...