Once Upon Our Time

Thyrone's Point of View "Dad! Dad! Dad!" Shouted my eight year old son, Timothy. Like our usual set up every weekend, we all stay up late and tell stories that our younglings wanted us to tell. "Yey! Story-time!" Gleefully exclaimed our six year old little princess, Tatiana. "Tell us a story now daddy please." She added showing me her puppy dog eyes. I chuckled at her cuteness. "Okay, what story do you want me to tell?" I asked as I readied in my mind their favorite story that my mom once told me when I was still a kid. However, their answer was the least or maybe the last thing in my my mind that I wanted to tell them. "Tell us your love story dad!" Tim said. "Yes! Yes!" Added my little princess. "Tell us daddy! Tell us!" I heaved a sigh and looked at my wife who was preparing our midnight snacks. "Is it okay if I tell them?" I asked. She smiled brightly and said, "Tell them everything." And that made me swallow a lump on my throat. "Everything?" "They should know." And smiled again. I sighed as I started to remember every single detail like it just happened yesterday. I smiled wryly as I started to tell my story... Our story... "Once upon our time..." |Suns_deMi|