Rey

I feel sad for him. Although Rey wouldn't admit it, he's sad. Earlier today, he told me that he'd split up with his companion of 12 years.
"Did you have a fight?" I asked.
"No, he just left and I would not want him back," he replied.
I couldn't restrain myself. I continued with the probing.
"What happened?"
"He embezzled the alms entrusted to him for depositing. He lost the money in "tong-its" and couldn't go back to our neighborhood out of shame and in fear of what the grieving family and friends would do to him because of what he had done."
"Don' t you want him back?"
"No. This is the last straw. I have forgiven all his transgressions in the past. But this is unforgivable. From now on he has to look out for himself. I picked him up from the streets which he considered home for most of his life and he's going back there. My home has no place for him anymore."
"I thought you love him dearly, doing everything for him."