Going to college was important to him, and he resented his father for not having the foresight and financial planning.
His father was an ordinary man, a street side vendor who tried to make ends meet by selling tissue paper to passers by. He let his son’s hurtful comments slide, because he had no choice but to work harder.
One day, while in an underpass, the son bumps into his father selling tissue paper to his friends. Ashamed, he quickly walked away, hoping his dad didn’t see him in the shadows.
He didn’t, because he was losing his eyesight, unbeknownst to them both.
But for the son, the biggest shame was that he was utterly blind to his father’s sacrifices.