As I looked at my father's back . I felt the shame he was subjected to. Never thought that, a day like this would come to fruition. Where in his world, everyone marked him as a menace to society more so an embarrassment to his parents. For they knew not that he's in his fifties and the only paycheck he ever relied on was his own. Only if I could have resisted the glare that Jeane Armstrong shot me. He would have been safe at home. 

"What's your verdict?" declared the judge in an insufferable tone

A myriad of memories flooded my mind. Where Jeane was the protagonist. A light that saved me from the...