Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
The little boy with blue-framed glasses rushes to the train with his mother. Then he turns in a shock as he boards. His father is not behind him. He’s looking around in a panic–should he get out of the train with Mom and wait for Dad? “Ohhhh,” he’s sighing, groaning at the choice. Then his father puts his hand on the his shoulder, and the boy jumps. Dad used another door, but he is there. Dad has found his way.
Finally, the boy grins. Pushing his glasses up on his nose, the boy hustles toward their seats. He squeezes between his parents, standing at their knees, patting their legs, looking after them, looking out for them.
A sweet story. Makes me think of my son as he was always so protective and is now an amazing father. Love the picture too.
Sweet. It happened to all of us, so it makes the story very universal.
Wonderful story, and a perfect title to go with it. Hope all is well Paige!
Yes, that may be the biggest things we learn from traveling – that in so many ways, we’re all the same. Sweet little boy story.
What a lovely picture this brought to mind
I’m just standing there in the train and this sweet little gift happened right in front of me! 🙂 I love it!
Have a great week, Joanne!
I bet you were the same sort of little boy. 🙂