SUNDAY PHOTO FICTION March 27, 2016
“Hi George, I see you finally have your red double decker bus,” Ralph said.
“I saw Will, Jr. on the top deck.”
“He’s been riding on my bus since he was six, and is still looking for his father to come home from the war.”
“Where is he?”
“He’s been in a rehab hospital since he came from Afganistan two years ago.”
“Wow! The kid doesn’t give up does he?”
“No, he has a lot of faith.”
“Mr. George, my dad isn’t back yet, but maybe he will be next week!” Will, Jr. said as he stepped off the bus.
The following week, Will Jr. told George how much he missed his dad and he was afraid he would be sent to an orphanage soon because his grandmother was getting frail and can’t keep taking care of him.
As usual, Will, Jr.’s father was not there, so George started to pull away, but Will, Jr. started jumping up and down shouting, “my dad’s home!”
Will, Jr. said, “I told you he would come home!”
His dad looked at Will, Jr. and said, “what do we always say Will?”
They spoke in unison…”Where there’s a Will, there’s a way!”
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