It was just around bedtime for the kids when I found Han at my desk, of all places.
“Hey kid,” I said, confused. “It’s time for bed. Whatcha working on?”
“I’m writing a story!” Han said, looking up from her construction paper.
“Nice!” I said, smiling. “How’s it coming along?”
“It’s finished!” she said, holding it up for me. “I wanted you to have before bed.”
“It reads well, kid!” I told her.
“I want to be a writer, just like you, Dad,” she said, getting out of my chair and heading for bed.
Words cannot describe the pride I have for this, and there were tears.
Gonna find a frame to put this in. Stay safe out there, readers. I’ve some late-night writing to do of my own.
-JB Swift
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