By Tim Keown

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

All he wanted was the chance to say, "That's my boy!" and have someone hear him. He turned on every television in the house, filling the dead space with the sounds of his son becoming a star. He always knew this day would come. His screams echoed off the walls of that empty house, rolled into the yard and down the street. Yes, that was his boy, there on the screen. Nobody could deny the man that. That was a bond forged by blood, and blood was about all he had left. He saw things nobody else saw. ...

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