Two Fathers [Fiction]

The two boys were sitting on the bench, their back pressed against each other, supporting the weight of one another.

"I miss my dad. The only thing, that I know of him are remittances, that he keeps sending to us."

The other boy sighed.

"I wish my father was like that. We sometimes have nothing to eat, because he spent all the money on alcohol again."

They looked at each other. They smiled as they stood up.

"I guess it is bad either way. Better to just except."

The other one nodded, and they run into the distance.