The man laid his head on the table and sighed. He was tired, and depressed, for his mother had recently passed away. The bartender noticed the man, rummaged behind the counter for a bottle, and walked over to the man.<br/>"Hey, Francis." he said. "I heard about your mother, and I offer my condolences." The bartender handed him a bottle of wine. "It was your mother's favorite," he said, "it's on the house."<br/>Francis looked up at the bartender and smiled.<br/>"Thanks, Abraham." he said. Francis didn't go to the bar often, and when he did it was usually because something bad had happened. Abraham was like a father figure to him in a way, he always offered friendship and advice in tough times.<br/>Abraham smiled. "Anything else?" he asked.<br/>Francis shook his head, and Abraham walked away. Francis turned to the window, sighed, and then smiled softly as he watched the children play.