Levy
It’s hitting three in the afternoon, and I have finished for the day, Carl was left in charge whilst I ran some errands. Dylan arrives just after I have put a fresh pot of coffee on. I’m eating a slice of toast with homemade jam from my mother. She loves to spoil me and is always making me something. It kind of makes me feel guilty since I don’t get over to see her quite as often as I should. Mom has a key and lets herself in when she feels like popping over.
“Hey, Dad. How was your day?” He slips off his Nike’s and comes into the kitchen throwing his bag on the island and his keys next to it. Kid has not gotten the hang of not dumping s**t on the counters or the island. It makes me smile though; I wouldn’t have him any other way.
“It was good, got a lot of work done. Taken on a f
