Sitting alone in a room with a single chair, Jock was in tears at the mounting failure he felt on the inside. Thinking about his whole life, he couldn’t understand where he had gone wrong. He had worked so hard for a better life.

Meeting the woman of his dreams, he had worked day and night to provide the finest. He had given her his all. All the luxuries of life, including the ability to go and do whatever she wanted. Many times going deep in debt for the finest cars and homes.

Then, one day, he had come home to an empty house with the single chair in the kitchen. Empty cupboards and closets. Not even his own possessions were left. Not even curtains on the windows.

She had left and taken everything with her. No notes or communication to tell him anything. Just gone. Checking the bank accounts, they had all been zeroed. Nothing left. Trying to call her, the number had been disconnected and no forwarding address given. Calling around, no one knew where she had gone.

Turning his thoughts to his parents, his dad had never been a wealthy man. But yet, his mom had always stayed by his side. They worked hard together to provide the needs. Even with some little things to enjoy.

Even tho’ his mom was never given the luxuries of the finest things, there was always love at home. Whatever trials had come along, his parents had endured together. In memory, he could still see the way they had always looked at each other.

Jock suddenly realized the missing ingredient in his own life. Love had not been a part. After all, he was always gone working to provide higher income. There had been no time together. And, life becomes meaningless without love.

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