Posted by Jai Narayan on November 29, 2003, at 12:03:39
In reply to Re: A tiny sweet story of my father » Jai, posted by geramiemonkey on November 29, 2003, at 10:16:23
a slice of my life as a child
After school and before dinner one night I walked up to dad while he was reading the paper . I missed the days when I could sit on his lap and look at the pictures.
"Could I sit on your lap dad?"
"Sure," he said lifting the paper. I jumped onto his lap. My legs were much too long, they draped over his and looked stupid. I didn’t get the old familiar feeling of being daddys’ little girl. I just felt too big and sad as I began to get off his lap. Mom rushed into the room.
"Young lady, get off your fathers lap, you should be ashamed of yourself," Mom said as she grabbed hold of my left arm and squeezed it till it ached. I stood there confused and ashamed.Jai Narayan
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