By Clément Poupard
I grasped my son’s hand and refrained from crying. I would do anything to hear him asking, as usual, “Dad, when are we going to play baseball together?” I would answer him, “Right now.” I swear it. “Yes, right now, son. And tomorrow and the day after and any day you want but please, please, open your eyes!”
I always answered him: “We will play later. I have to work now.” I needed to earn money to build a house, to save up for university fees. I had no time.
How absurd it seems now!
Now that his time is gone…
Didn’t we all? A familiar regret – the chance, once missed, is quickly lost, even without the finality your story implies.
Shame about that typo in the final line (or printing error?). Although it’s easily understood that you meant ‘than’ to be ‘that’.
Thanks Cathy, and sorry for the typo – that’s my mistake.
How many times has each of us done that very same thing to our children, spouse, family, friend, neighbor, pet, and even ourselves. Well presented in a mere 101 words.
Thanks Larry
I agree with Larry. I think this story is a good thing if it only reminds one person to spend more time with their children.
Thanks, this is one of the aims I targeted while writing this flash story.
A twist on the late Harry Chapin’s song, “Cat’s in the Cradle.” I am sure alot of parents and children can relate to your story.
Thanks for the reference. I didn’t know this song. The lyrics are quite nice but they make the listener think.