"I wanted to be a man that made my Uncle proud.” His voice was ice-cold.
I hated making the warmth disappear. I regretted my words. But, I’d already asked, so might as well continue.
“Before that? What did you dream of?” I tried.
“That’s it. Since I could walk, earliest memories, being told I’d be king of the kingdom someday.”
“What about now? What’s your dream now?”
“Happily ever after with my ice cream parlor maid.” He squeezed my butt and I smiled. I'd told him about the job I'd previously had uptil the age of 16.
“I was more than the job I used to do. And so are you.”
He went quiet and so I did, too, thinking over how hard it must be for him to have no idea what would be next.
Well, I didn’t know, either. My plans a few months back of my own apartment, of going to college for h
