Sad job The sun was in the highest of the sky, without clouds neither wind in the air. He was waiting in a bank in the park, under the shadow of a small tree, but, who is he? He, a man what job almost everybody hates, but it is necessary in this word. He watched to people in that park, wonder himself why is he the employee of that job while he held an old notebook in his hands. The time was over so he saved the notebook and sited up of bank. The sun faced him like a huge enemy, talking him a specific order “he is” the man hear in his head “the kid, it is his time”. The man stared to walk ahead to the kid… The kid was playing with his toys, under of a little castle for kids, to save of the sun. His mom was watching him, ready for a however problem. She had been taking her son every Saturday, she loved to see him playing, but her happiness end that evening when the kid fell with a thud. The women ran so fast but her kid was dead. The man with a tear on his face leaved that park in silence, ahead to the sky while the kid was holding her bones in shape of hand.