He brought his twin boys to the park for some time with himself.

Their mom died when they were born. And since then he never showed love. He was always mad, he yelled, he hit, and punished them mercilessly, and he never thought it was wrong.

They started fighting, and you saw them and stepped in, gently stopped them, and asked what was wrong.

They just wanted candy, but their dad -me- didn’t give them enough money. You kindly gave it to them without thinking.

He stood behind, watching. They looked happy, then scared when they saw him.

He saw what he never gave them. Not money but care, and he was hurt to see them comfortable in a stranger’s presence and not his.