In Response to Prompt : Vague
Memories!
As time passes we either forget about our early school life or it becomes vague and it eventually disappears like a puff of smoke.
Memories of my Dad is so fresh as if it happened yesterday. I remember I was doing my homework one evening, I had my books on the floor, it was dark, dad came in quietly, he said, ‘Ranu, you must always turn the light on when you are writing,’ he smiled and said, ‘Is this your homework?’
I looked up and replied, ‘No Dad I’m doing it for my friend.’
He was furious, said, ‘I don’t want anyone to take advantage of you!’
…………………………………….. 🙂
Sabethville 