
As the days, I hope my strength would be. I can hear Dad everyday telling me some or another essential thing. Turn off that hot curler, you are going to burn the house down. Shut off the stove. Lock the door. All of the essential things that I learned which keep me alive, from looking both ways or 4 ways, before crossing the street, to brushing my teeth; were hammered into my brain indellibly by the mighty hand of my father who didn't know his own strength when it comes to those things. Sometimes I feel like my brain is going to crack wide open from the marks of hammering those things into my brain. They are not always followed, but they are always heard. I am the one to whom, he said, I have to put you out, because you have the potential of pulling all of the roses out of my garden and making them follow you. He was right.
Each of his roses have bloomed beautifully.
I really am proud of you all!
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