The Bus Seat Scandal: A Father's Fight for Truth

nally impulsive, but hitting someone over

ut of the school, frantically calling m

our apartment, the elevator wouldn't come

my trembling legs, took a deep breath,

ing on the balcony, staring blankly outside, wi

look at me, and forced a smile

d you see t

it couldn't bear the weight, and

orry,

n't worry. Dad will move to another city to wor

. Moving to another city

temples and a dejected demeanor, I suddenly rea

I was very young. It was a snowy d

ding me tightly, o

d anything else, as

ook on both roles, r

y bedside, "Why don't you ask wher

for anyone else, doing his best

thought I would come home to see him curs

ed to see his

e the pillar of the family. I bit my l

l me what happened. If it's

one can pin

doesn't take cr

tone, glaring as I pu

ed bravado, and his eyes

to tell me w

young man swearing non-stop. At f

young man started curs

resources? At your age, you still take the bus. Your kids

What's your problem, kid? Did

boy glanced behind him and

e, and you still think you can lecture people. Oh

he boy down. He didn't mean to hit hi

s nose hit the bus seat and

king the boy was about my

enly whispered in his ear, "Hah, with trash like you,

, held the boy's mouth shut, preve