Time after time, he opposed the values of my parents, yet he was seldom rebuked and never asked to leave. More than thirty years have passed since the stranger moved in with us, but if I were to walk into my parent's home today, I would still see him sitting there waiting for someone to listen to his stories and watch him draw his pictures. This story was sent to us in a forwarded e-mail, and the author was not identified. We regret that we cannot give proper credit to the author. All rights reserved.
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