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The rain was falling kind of sideways (Scottish weather) as my father and I loaded up my car with groceries. Water was dripping off the bib of my cap.
"I was really worried about you," my father told me as he gave me a hug tonight. "I was so glad to see all your indoor lights on and you being up and about.".
"Yeah, I had what Churchhill described as his black dog (depression) all last week," I told my father. "I always bounce back, though."
I spent $74 dollars tonight and my father didn't day a word. He was just happy to see me and for me to be okay.
2 comments:
Seems always rains on your grocery night...
Aww, your Dad really does love you a lot! It's nice how your relationship with him has evolved over the years. Glad you're feeling a bit better now.
- Sharon -
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