Father's Day By LD Steen
Jim watched as Blair untied the little bundle of cards.He had brought them out of the little box he kept under his bed.
"What are they for?" Jim asked curiously, feeling his guides immense sorrow.
"They're Father's Day cards."
"Father's Day cards? But..."
Blair flashed him a sad smile. "Back in grade school,the teachers always had all the kids make cards for their Dad's. I guess I just wanted to fit in, so I made my cards too. It sort of became a tradition. Every year I'd make a new card then write my father a letter telling him everything I'd done, all I had accomplished.I suppose maybe I hoped someday he'd actually get a chance to read them."
"And now?"
"I don't know what to do. I mean, you've found him and all, but I don't know how he'd feel finding out after all these years that he has a kid."
Jim hugged him reassuringly. "If he's a smart man he'd feel honored. I think you should mail him a copy of Naomi's letter and every last one of the cards including one for this year."
A few days later- inside Cheyenne Mountain:
"Jack, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"I think I have Danny boy." Jack murmured as he sifted through the pile of cards on his desk. "I really think I have."
Jim watched as Blair untied the little bundle of cards.He had brought them out of the little box he kept under his bed.
"What are they for?" Jim asked curiously, feeling his guides immense sorrow.
"They're Father's Day cards."
"Father's Day cards? But..."
Blair flashed him a sad smile. "Back in grade school,the teachers always had all the kids make cards for their Dad's. I guess I just wanted to fit in, so I made my cards too. It sort of became a tradition. Every year I'd make a new card then write my father a letter telling him everything I'd done, all I had accomplished.I suppose maybe I hoped someday he'd actually get a chance to read them."
"And now?"
"I don't know what to do. I mean, you've found him and all, but I don't know how he'd feel finding out after all these years that he has a kid."
Jim hugged him reassuringly. "If he's a smart man he'd feel honored. I think you should mail him a copy of Naomi's letter and every last one of the cards including one for this year."
A few days later- inside Cheyenne Mountain:
"Jack, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."
"I think I have Danny boy." Jack murmured as he sifted through the pile of cards on his desk. "I really think I have."