A great photo this week that really made me smile. Once again Rochelle hosts Friday Fictioneers, and for once I’ve got no internet restrictions. Yay! 🙂
Birthday parties were the total pits; his need to entertain was almost manic.
“Your Dad’s real cool,” my friends would say, falling about laughing.
“He’s a real dork,” I’d think, cringing as he performed his latest party trick. I just wanted a father like other kids had, someone you could respect.
“You shouldn’t have encouraged him,” I told my mother years later, “he became totally ridiculous.”
She glanced towards the faded photograph of Dad in his army uniform, before fixing me with a gently reproachful gaze.
“If he hadn’t made people laugh,” she whispered, “he would have made them cry.”