A gift from my Father

I had a memory come back to me that I had long forgotten. It was a truly remarkable gift my father gave me and I don’t think he realizes that I have cherished it for over 20 years.  Frankly it has been buried and just resurfaced but it brought back a warm memory that was shared just between my father and me.  Years ago back in Andrews Texas in our house on 5th street (I think) on a Sunday afternoon after attending church that morning and having the family meal all of us dispersed and went and did our own things. I apparently had a story I wanted to write out so I got out a legal yellow note pad and my pencil and found a sunny spot in the front living room and began writing a story from beginning to end, a whopping 5 or 6 pages not so bad for a 15 year old.  After writing my little story about twins (one good, one evil) I apparently took a little catnap.  Then I remember my father asking me what I was doing and I told him I wrote a story, he picked it up, looked at it and said “that is amazing that you could write so much” and now this is where the ‘fuzzy memory’ comes to, but I think he followed up with that and said I had a gift and should keep doing it.  So a 20 plus year old memory is being dusted off and is fueling me to move forward.  It was a proud moment for me and my dad.  He recognized something in me and encouraged me.  A priceless moment between father and daughter.  Love you Dad.

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