His eyes were bloodshot as if he had been in a hazy bar all night, gulping his pain away. The only evidence that he had not been in a bar was the clarity in which his eyes focused on me, but only for seconds at a time because my image evoked emotions he could not control. He wanted to damn the tears but could not just as he could not prevent himself from feeling shame towards his only daughter. Should saints not always forgive and always love? I guess that proves he is more human than saint, or yet, that which is in question does not deserve never-ending forgiveness and never-ending love.