A hot summer day. Cold ice cream in your hand. I see the dichotomy even in old photo. But opposites terrify me now. Those deafening noises of newsrooms. Absolute silence from you. Buzzing activity of the courtroom. The chilling stillness of your crime. This world always divides everything into two extremes. They say a warm loving father. And cold blooded criminal for a son. I protest this alienation. They force me to choose again. Guilty or Innocent? Black or White? I have no answers just questions as I search for my son desperately in those million shades of grey…
