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Apology of a Father to his son in Dreams ......

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On dark night when the son is asleep his father enters his room stealthily and speaks to him. Let's lend our ears to what he speaks.... Listen son, I am saying this as you lie asleep, on little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library , a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guilty I came your beside. There was things I was thinking,son: I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor. At breakfast I found fault, too. You spoiled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbow on the table . You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hand and called.&qu