Simon Faces the Music
Simon's butt went numb after the third lick. His thoughts of his Daddy took away the sting that he'd normally feel. Mama lectured him but her words fell on deaf ears because Simon had already heard it all before.
How Simon wished his Mama understood him like Daddy did. If Daddy were here he'd say, "Son, I don't remember when I started understanding how to read but when you're ready it'll come. Your Mama just wants what's best for you." Simon could still hear his warm and soothing voice, the touch of his large hands massaging his head full of brown curls.
"I miss my Daddy!", he finally yelled out when it was all over.
"I know you miss him, Sweetie", Mama whispered as she held him close. "So do I, every day." They sat on the edge of the quilt-covered bed and cried together silently.
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