Bobby got called to work at 3:00 yesterday morning.
He had a long job that lasted throughout the day.
When he returned last night, Flint's face (((lit up)))
The boy ran over to the man, hugged his leg and said, "hi dad."
Instantly, I broke into great big wet free flowing tears and started blubbrering like a silly person, right there in the middle of the kitchen.
It was just another Sunday evening, one time in March.
Everything the same old same old, with a hint of wonderfully brand-new.