Sensing that his emotions were toned in the mist of the heat, I couldn’t help but wonder, Since when did he begin to see things in a way sharp and sarcastic?
After all, he had spent his whole life in the open fi elds, only looking up at the sky for a glimpse of the weather or looking down at his feet for the beauty of the land.
Reoccurring fl ashbacks to the old times of farming, with the passing views outside the bus window, I thought his words over.
Yes. His words were hurtful. But his motive was not incomprehensible, and he was not unforgivable. Overall, I knew, behind his words was love.