By Smaktakula
He was delighted to discover he would be a father. The child would the first of many, he claimed; a baseball team’s worth.
We’ll see about that, she said, envisioning a compromise of three.
If it’s a boy, he said, please don’t name him after me. The name was exotic, and a badge of his foreign birth; the boy’s name would be all-American.
She promised.
Their plans were for nothing, though, and when he died just two months later, she broke her vow.
If her boy would be denied his father, he’d by God at least have the man’s name.
Kind of a sad post to click the “like” button on, but I did given this is a Father’s Day post to which I can relate.
Believe it or not, that did occur to me when writing it.
A heartbreaking and beautiful story.
Thanks a lot, Guap. We were hoping people could relate to it.
A post I would hesitate to click “like” on, but thoughtful all the same.
I know what you mean. Thanks!
Aw, this post makes me sad.
Which means that, once again, it’s time to kill myself.
Well, it’s happy too, in a way. Come back to us, Avery Strangeplace!
Sad
But like I keep saying, there’s a happy element to it as well.