It's 7:30 AM. I'm sitting at my T.V tray in front of the masonry stove fire reading an email. I hear Daniel's (15yrs. old) dresser drawer close behind his closed bedroom door. I sigh. He's up close to an hour earlier than usual. That means my cherished time to be alone reading and writing are about over. He comes out of his room carrying a loaded CO2 handgun dressed to go outside, which is slightly unusual. Usually he comes out grumpy with a handful of school books dressed ca...sually.
"Where are you going with that gun?" I ask.
"I'm going to check my rabbit traps." He says casually.
"Good luck," I say as he heads out the front door.
I'm a happy, proud, and grateful father this morning. Plus I get to read and write in solitude for a few more minutes.
"Where are you going with that gun?" I ask.
"I'm going to check my rabbit traps." He says casually.
"Good luck," I say as he heads out the front door.
I'm a happy, proud, and grateful father this morning. Plus I get to read and write in solitude for a few more minutes.
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