What if whatever things plaguing you are the things undone by your forefathers?
What if the boiling itch on your feet, the palpitation in your chest and the sudden absence of oxygen in your blood when you saw foreign lands weren’t just accident? Maybe someone had all these stirring in their blood but they did the unthinkable. They said it doesn’t matter.
I’m staying, I’m settling down for my sons, daughter, my grandchildren.
Little that he knew that someday they will pay.