This is a continuing story. To read subsequent entries go here As I Sat on the Bus.
I worked all night and I am eager to get home and to bed. My girls will be home in a few hours to begin their summer vacation and I hope to start it off with a little cook out. Nothing special, just some hot dogs on the hibachi grill. I’ll cook them on the front stoop of the apartment building since we don’t have a terrace. I picked up a few ears of corn yesterday and a watermelon is chilling in the fridge.
I’m pretty excited to be able to give them a treat like this. I feel bad Roxanne can’t go to the community college like she wants too. I know how she feels. There was a time I wanted that too. Now I know how my mother felt.
I wish I could do better by my girls, they are growing up so quickly. My baby is gonna be 15 soon, wow! How did that happen?
I wish they knew how much I loved them and how hard I try. I think I will call their daddy and ask him to come over later. If I explain how important it is to Roxanne maybe he will help out this time. I’ve got a bottle of Moscato I could chill. Maybe I better pick up another one.
This post is in response the writing challenge As I Sat on the Bus.
Reading it again I like it a lot.
Thank you, I am glad. I’m having fun with this. I’m developing characters, something i have really done little of before. I want to make this a continuing story but I don’t know where its going so I don’t know if I can. Still I thank you for providing this starting point. Next week you will meet the father, Ray.
Yes. And it’s a good idea that you’re numbering them so that someone might follow your stories and read them in sequence.
Yes,, and otherwise I get confused! lol
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It is funny how our intentions are hidden from others isn’t it? We look at people’s actions and presume good or evil in them but we humans can never really see the heart can we?
No. We can not.