There was a young boy who played with the traffic lights. He got bored, so he ran out onto the road. Just then, a car came zooming by. The father saw, ran to hug the boy and got hit instead.
And he died.
But the boy survived.

When I came back today, I saw a wake at the block beside mine. A little surprised, considering that it wasn't there earlier on.
The sacrifice of a father for his son.