PHOTO PROMPT ©Dale Rogerson
Chris stood beneath the Ferris Wheel, watching his kids go up, up; unable to see them in the dark, but knowing they were there, somewhere, moving away.
He’d not been a good father. Away playing concerts, in the studio, interviews and promotions.
His kids had paid the price with missed birthdays and school plays, Easter egg hunts and skinned knees. He’d always promised to do better, but hadn’t. A lie to make himself feel better.
They tumbled out of the car, running towards him. “Daddy, Daddy, did you see us up in the sky?”
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“And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon…” nicely done, Connie.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thank you.
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Maybe he did just well enough…
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Yes, even if he doesn’t think so. Thanks.
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We hear a lot about the resilience of children. I hope he does much better before his gets are old enough to turn cynical towards him.
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