Hello fellow Saturday Centusers. I have been posting in the past on my frugalcrunchychristy blog but I am going to move this here as the posts are more random than even I usually post over there.
How does this work? Mr. Jenny comes up with a prompt and then in 100 words or less we come up with a story. Fun fun fun! (Prompt in italics)
It was Fathers Day, 1984, when I heard that voice in the hallway.
I had just gotten home from graduation. I was changing out of my cap and gown when I heard it. That voice, from somewhere in my past, at first I couldn’t place it. Then I realized it was my brother who had left when I was young. He had been in all sorts of trouble and tough love was employed. I heard him tell my dad “I wanted to be here, to tell her how proud I am of her.” I heard my dad reply, “Son, you know we love you but that can never happen.” Then we all cried.
