The Father

He sat by the road hoping that he hadn't missed the bus that came to his village to collect workers to work in towns.He scrunched up at the morning sun and somehow knew he'd have to return home, one more day,empty handed.He turned to the stretch of the empty road.He took a deep drag on his 'beedi' and watched his hope going up in smoke.
He wondered, how long he'd have to wait to see his daughter's eyes light up at the sight of food,he'd take home at the end of the day!