I remember sitting at the dining room table me and Dad when I told him about an electric pencil sharpener I bought as I excitedly and in disbelief told him all about how it worked and he said, “Yeah I know…I’ve got one at work”.
“You do?”
Come to find out they all had them.
I was devastated. That I didn’t know and more so that he didn’t tell me.
To me it was near miraculous that you could stick a pencil in a hole and it would automatically sharpen it. The absence of a crank handle impressed me the most, since all through school they all had handles. I wanted to share it with him and all this time he had one.
I’m laughing about it now that I thought he would have shared that knowledge with me, but more so that I felt devastated. To him it was no big deal. Or maybe he thought I’d probably want one.
Well it didn’t matter because I had one now.
Looking back I think I mattered more than I did.
I’m still laughing inside. Guess that’s a good thing.
He’s probably crying.
Don’t cry Daddy.
WORD WARRIOR DAVIES-TIGHT™ WW LITERARY CAMPUS I™ 