Every day that I get older, I find myself turning more and more into my father. He’s there when I stubbornly want to fix things myself instead of paying someone to do it. He’s there in my desire to own every instrument even if I can’t play them (yet). He’s mostly there in my bad jokes that no one laughs at but me. If I had to turn in to someone though… I’m glad it’s him.
This one is for our fathers and all the gifts they’ve given us.
If you liked this, check out Benjamin Scheuer’s other short “The Lion”.