Waiting for Dad
The sound of frogs, the smell of willows--I'm by the creek in the depression within a willow "fort" reading a book, that's the perfect summer day for me as a child. I look at the sun and realize Dad's going to be home soon.
Run home, drop the book in the house and go out to wait. I know Dad's car will be pulling in soon. It rounds the corner to the special place he parks. Run to the car. Now he gets out and I hug him. I take his lunch box and walk with him to the house. Dad's home.
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