. . . as the bus rumbled by, I glanced at my watch, wondering when Bus No. 5 will come by. It's been a gloomy afternoon, as the clouds ran by over my head, as if racing to see who'd get to the end of the rainbow first. Rain seemed imminent since morning; yet not a droplet of it was in sight. A cruel joke on housewives having clothes to dry isn't it?
Today is my son's birthday... He's 5 this year, and I'm very excited to see his reaction when he sees the gift I'd bought him. It was a full set of a Lego Pirate Ship. I really hope he'll like it. It took me a whole afternoon of walking around the Toys R' Us in the local mall looking for the right set. It's been awhile since I saw my son. You see he stays a little away from me. That's why I have to take a bus to get to his house.
As I was mulling over my own thoughts the bus pulled up.
"Ticket to Pearl Street please," I said to the conductor.
"2 dollars," came a brisk, no nonsense reply. I paid my fare, and sat down on a seat at the third row. As the driver drove off, my thoughts began to wonder again..
About 20 minutes passed, and the bus dropped me at Pearl Street. My son should be staying at the end of the street... It was already 6pm, close to dinner... 'Maybe we can have take out tonight?' Again my thoughts wandered as I admired the neighbourhood while walking up to my son's house. Some kids were cycling around, while a dog chased a cat around not too far away. I took a deep breath, and walked up the lawn, and rang the doorbell to my son's home.
As the door opened, I shouted: "Happy 5th Birthday Michael! Look what daddy got ya?"
"Dad, I'm 35 already.. Did you sneak out of the old folk's home again?" Michael replied. I beamed and just nodded.
"Aw dad you do this every year; but I know you'll never forget my birthday. I love you dad," Michael said as he hugged me right across the back. A tear rolled down my cheek as I hear a young boy's voice at the back of the house: "Daddy daddy is Grandpa here to celebrate your birthday again?!"
-The End-
Dude that's random but it's kinda sad man.
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not as sad as someone being kicked off the bus for farting... Must've been the Grande Farte.. XD
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