The bricks at the construction site were hot to the touch. When I was carrying the bricks in the 40-degree heat, a Rolls-Royce stopped in front of me.
The car window rolled down, revealing my ex-wife's cold face.
"Get in the car and remarry." I clutched the three dollars left in my pocket: "No, Mr. Sun, I'm not good enough for you."
She threw out a medical certificate: "The child needs a father."
I looked at the leukemia diagnosis and suddenly smiled: "What a coincidence, I just donated my bone marrow yesterday."
