I take gifts to my dad. Fresh peas, baking from the farmers' market, blackberry jam, then three tins of black currant jam once I figured out my mistake, dvds I think he might be willing to watch with us .... anything to try to make him smile, or happy, however briefly. I even take treats for his surrogate partner, Bodacious. Bo prefers Hot Rods, and is always happy when I bring some for him.
I love my dad. I want him to move here, close, somewhere in the city so I can see him several times a week. I wish that I could leave a trail of treats for him, leading him here. I hate him being so alone, so lonely, living in that small city forty-five miles west of me. My days are too busy to journey there more than once every week or two. Yes I selfishly want him here, but I know he would be happier seeing his family more often.
Oh, for a trail of gum drops.
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