Looking through the glass pane in the back door, I hear you yelling in the garage. That is how loud you are. You pass through two doorways, through the sunlit driveway with your anger. And it was such a beautiful day, I almost couldn't believe you were angry... Almost.
Now you are on the ladder, making enough noise that I am unable to watch my indie film about this irresistible girl with long blonde hair. The ladder is slightly off balance and I notice as you climb that I should hold it for you but I don't get up. I just sit there as you disappear into the ceiling and then I unpause my movie. |
Submission Name: Diary Entry: To Dad
