I was nine when I spoke to Dad for the last time. I’d forgotten to thank him for a birthday present. I believe it was a Radio Shack radio.
“You forgot, huh?” he said, on the phone.
Long pause. I was a sensitive kid. I think I knew that my nine years as his son were about to get gutted.
“Screw off,” he told me, a thousand miles, and a two-month old divorce, away.
I remember Mom grabbing the phone and screaming, “What did you say? What did you say to him?” until she was crying as hard as I was.
Ten years later, he’d finally succeeded in drinking himself dead. As I stood over his coffin, I was out of tears. And regrets. I was out of everything, even breath. But I shoved a goodbye through the scar tissue. I found some words.
“Thanks for the radio, Dad.”
Wonderful story, I love it.
Thank you, Emily!
it was touching!!!!
i love this
I love this story
It was a heart touching story
Love you brother
You have a real talent… raw… undefined… unique…. keep going. Show it to a publisher and you’ll be surprised what happens. You could be the next literary genius of the 21st century… watch this space….
That’s so nice of you to say, Janie! Thank you.
This is the most touching and unique short story I have ever read.
I loved it and going to share with everyone I know.
I got inspired by this and made my own story.
it was really wonderful and impressive