Sunday Morning


The sound of footsteps on the wooden floor in the passage.


Footsteps coming into our bedroom.


My eyes are shut.


"Good Morning, Dad!"


"Good Morning, my boy."


"Is it Sunday?"


"Yes."


"So I don't have to go to school and you don't have to go to work?"


"That's right."


"Yay!"


Yay, indeed.







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