Broken Sieve"His oil is dirty," the boy's dad said, speaking about his own father. "See that," he said as they lay beneath the car. His hand pointing to the small filter. "His filter doesn't work, and it hasn't worked for a long time."Broken Sieve by Caity-Kitten
"Can't we buy him a new filter daddy?" the little boy asked.
He was only seven and didn't understand what was wrong.
"No," the father said. With a sad look in his eyes, his face dropped slowly into a frown. "His filter is a rare one, not many people have it, and we can only take his filter from other vehicles."
"Can't we use this one," the little boy said, pointing at the object his dad had showed him.
"No, Daddy doesn't have the same filter." He was sad, knowing his son could possibly never seen his grandfather again. He didn't want to scare the little boy, he didn't want him to face death.
"What about mommy's car, can we use that one?" His face seemed eager, he wanted to fix what couldn't be done.
"No." The father's answers started to become monotonous.
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