blk00z28
Forced to by choice
Sence my divorce last year, I've spent literly no quality time with my son. (he's 6.) And working the midnight shift means I sleep most if not all of the day. I try and do little things with him that I know he'll enjoy. Which means I try and show up at his school once a week to eat lunch with him.
I made it there a little late, or his class left a little early to go to the lunch room, either way. I get there and get a plate with him, and we sit down. Then he shows me the frozen juice that they have there, and he smiled and asked when the trucks going to be fixed.
I made it there a little late, or his class left a little early to go to the lunch room, either way. I get there and get a plate with him, and we sit down. Then he shows me the frozen juice that they have there, and he smiled and asked when the trucks going to be fixed.
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