A shaft of sunlight beamed its way through the window, and like an arrow that hits the bullseye on a target, this beam of sunshine focused on the rear tire wheel well. And there it was – the tiniest dot of rust! What? I never noticed that before! But the sunlight exposed it.
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The Son
The father opened the package. It was a portrait of his son painted by the young man. He stared in awe at the way the soldier had captured the personality of his son in the painting. The father was so drawn to the eyes that his own eyes welled up with tears.