daily – 24 (2 days late)

“Were you working, again?”

Dammit! What is wrong with me? I can’t believe I just said that stupid, knee-jerk, statement of stereotypical fatherly distrust. But I did and I can only wince at the anger and hurt in his voice. His baby picture is still bouncing happily away in the corner of the screen, multiplying my guilt.

“Dad! No! I’m not an idiot! Jesus!”

“Patrick.” Swearing, though, is solid ground, and my octave drop tells him I’m serious. “Watch it.”

He knows he just lost his advantage, too. “I’m sorry.”


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