My son Tucker is on
his way to his first prom. I never went to one. I had a date for the senior
prom and rented a tux but I sabotaged it and didn't end up going.
His Mom has made a
corsage and shopped with him for clothes and shoes. She does all that kind of
stuff. I’m working most of the time. I gave him some money and watched him from
afar the days leading up to it like Father’s will do.
He’s a handsome
fellow and a little full of himself. He’s also altruistic and loving though. I've had a couple of waves of worry about drinking and drugs and such. No
matter what I do he will always be my little “ Ta” from two years old. (That’s
what he called himself)
After closing up
shop I returned a call I missed from his mother.
“You missed us. I
wanted you to see Tucker before he went,” she chirped.
“ You took pictures didn't you?” I asked.
“Of course.”
“ Well I can at
least see them tonight.”
We hung up and I
went back in to clean up my desk. Suddenly I had this overwhelming desire to
talk to him … to hold him. I texted instead so as not to interfere or embarrass
him.
“Make us proud son.
I luv u.”
I filed a few
things before leaving. Then I heard the little bloop my phone makes when a text
comes in.
“Yes sir. Love you too.”
I’m not so worried
now. I think I’ll leave that on my phone for a while though.
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