At the walkway towards the train station, there was an old man leaning against the wall, looking lost. He was standing in a light yellow coloured puddle of water. I'm not sure if it's his own urine or not but speculated that it's not since his khaki long pants were not wet. He looked weak and alone. Everyone gave him a once over but no one stop to ask him if he needed assistance.
His wrinkled thin face and facial expression made him looked so lost and abandoned.
As I walked further away from him, I imagine what it would be like if that old man was my father. But more importantly, why didn't I stop to help?
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