My seven-year-old sits up in his hospital bed. He raises his hand out of habit from school, nearly knocking the baseball cap from his bald head.
“Dad, when I’m a boyfriend, I’m gonna give my girlfriend lots of googly eyes.” He looks at me expectantly. The earnest discussion I’ve rehearsed can wait. Heartsick, I force a smile.
“Great plan. Girls love googly eyes.”
“Yeah, I thought they did.”
“You’ll need a truck to deliver them, though.”
“Beep, beep, beep,” he says, grinning.
“What’s that?”
“A dump truck dumping twenty million googly eyes on my girlfriend’s driveway.”
We laugh until we’re crying.
Loved this! This one has a lot of heart! Great job!
Very emotional. Excellent.
A sweet story. Lovely.
I love the sweetness of this piece. Entirely heartwarming.
Absolutely lovely! It’s a very touching piece.
Great story. Could feel the bond between father and son at a critical time. Well done.
Love your story. Thank you so much for sharing it.
Love your story. Thank you.