Joshua parked in front of the iron gate, irritated at this sign, just one of many from his absentee father. He was never there when he needed him. Where was he when he was six and skinned his knee riding his first bike? When he brought home his report card? When he needed help getting into college?

His father wasn't there when his mother died. Where was the hand of the older man when he needed comfort, standing at the grave of his closest family on a deceptively bright and sunny day? Where was he when the accident took his legs and changed his life forever?

Now that he needed a new kidney, he wasn't moving, no matter how his father barred the gates against him. He read the sign again, 'No Parking Anytime,' and set the brake on his wheelchair.