I have known a man who plays blackjack very well. He have won more money than he can spend. He was a master, a hustler, a genius in the game. He plays with jest and remarkable concentration. He makes winning look like a thing of the past. A walk in the park. Every body likes him, everybody wants to be his friend, some even envy him. He has a golden hand, transforming a plain card into a winning bet. blackjack was made for him. And he simply enjoys winning. That was his side known to many but no body knows what happens when he gets home after a game.Every body thinks a loving wife will greet him at the door, his children will play along as he tells them stories, they will all be happy having dinner together. But they were all wrong.
When he returns home, he will open the lights and there would be an empty house waiting for him. No noise, no hot pot, no litter, no pet, no family only him and him alone. He was in his prime of his career when his wife walked away from him. He needed to have money to provide for his family but she needed attention and time. He was the best provider but he never had time to talk and listen to his family. He was busy making money and winning, he didn’t realize he was deeply missed by his family. Now he try to catch some sleep by playing backgammon alone.
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