Now I’m sitting here with my son after he’s caught his first one.
And I couldn’t be more proud.
I can see the same joy in his eyes as I could remember feeling.
I can see the smile reaching from ear to ear, and I remember how that didn’t go away for hours.
I remember all these things, and I see my son with the fish in his hands, and the only thing I can think about is that his mother couldn’t be here to see it.
Like mine was.
If you enjoyed this story please don’t hesitate to follow my blog for more!
Follow me on twitter! @Rtillyflash
Categories: flash fiction