Highly Haughty Honesty
The old man sat in his rocking chair, his spectacles on his forehead and his hands clasped on his chest. He seemed lost in the paracosm of his thoughts, when he was interrupted by his son, who looked visibly troubled. The old man straightened, and asked what the matter was. His son shared his problems he had with his better half, and asked for advice. The father replied, “The answer is honesty. It’s variations may differ, so may it’s intensity, but the answer is always honesty.” “Can you explain?” “Sure can. Let me tell you a story of me, your’ mother, and of course, honesty.”
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