Into my third third night away from home. Amarillo has no warmth for me, there is no sweet smile of a little girl, no laugh of a son, no gentle kiss from my wife. This is a necessary evil for my job, and I recieve no joy from it. The food tastes bland without my family around the table with me.
I miss them.
Has it really been a year?
10 years ago
Awww. That's so sweet. What a beautiful thing to say about your family.
ReplyDeleteDarling father, we miss you too.
ReplyDeleteBut I definitely get the image of a short, really really skinny teenager with black hair covering half his face and snakebite piercings when I read this.