Would you? He is your father..

I was driving my car on my way to the office when I saw an old male garbage collector, sleeping on the pavement just beside his garbage cart. Probably out of tiredness.

Then I thought, what if he were my father and I happened to pass by in my friend’s car with my friends? Would I say, hey, that’s my dad? Would I stop and say hi to him, or even help him push his cart? Or would I just look away, too ashamed to admit?

I don’t know the answer. Perhaps I am too afraid to answer.

Would you? After all, he is your father.

(Miss you, pop)