My father never takes me fishing
Three months ago, when Grandpa went on a fishing trip to Alaska, my dad said he would take me fishing.
“Maybe Monday night when I get home,” he said.
But Monday night he had a meeting and didn’t get home until late. By then I couldn’t even care about fish.
“Saturday, for sure,” he said.
But on Saturday our dog ate something rotten, and we had to take her to the vet.
“Sunday a month from now, the twenty-first of June,” he said.
But when that day came, he forgot.Continue Reading