He used to tell me that you can never be a hero, even in your own home town. Even Jesus was scorned in his home province, so what more did my dad, a regular human being have, that would make things any different?
In life, the important decisions you make will be best judged after you're dead, he used to say.
We have a plaque, but it had nothing against our pain. Maybe someone still remembers.
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