The final word of the day

10 words, that was all he had said all day long. The first three words were said to his boss after accepting an assignment. "I will certainly", he said, after listening to him for 20 minutes. "No thanks", he said to the cafeteria lady when she offered to give him a receipt. "Excuse me" to a man blocking his way to the bathroom. "Only me" to the bus driver when paying for the bus toll. The final word however, did not happen in a normal circumstance. As he was walking from the bus stop towards his house, he found a little kid crying on the sidewalk. He walked past him, but remorse began to make its way into his mind. As it commonly happened, flashbacks from his childhood filled his thoughts. He was that kid who sat at the corner table in the school cafeteria. It was not a rare occasion when he shut the door of his room and silently cried, asking for one chance to be normal, for one chance to be happy. Of course that never really happened; His parents, as many others, downplayed their child's issues by saying it was a temporary phase. "Temporary, yeah right", he thought as he stopped, looking back to the child on the sidewalk. He walked towards him, first slowly but then with a firmer step. The closer he was to that kid, the more nervous he felt. "What am I going to say", he wondered. But right when he was next to that child, the boy ran away frenetically screaming. "Damn", he said out loud, and that was his last word of the day.