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Feb 2015
He walked up to his father
each step felt like a thousand miles he traveled
Each step got him closer to him
Each step was a victory against fear
against the doubts and question that would soon be answered
there he was. just one more step away

His father looked ahead at the distance
he was staring out in to the ocean
While a phone nearly touched his ears
The little boy felt his heart race faster than,
anything he had ever felt before
He was right there, right behind him

He was dropped of by a woman,
Was it his mother? it does not matter. not quite yet.
He wondered if his father was expecting him.
He wondered if his father wanted to see him.

He was standing there,
second after second felt like an eternity after another.
Each second that passed felt longer and longer every time.
He stretched out his hand.
He build up every bit of bravery he had and he did it.

He tapped his father to get his attention.
This moment in the little boy's mind played as if in slow motion.
He noticed the shiny black shoes on his fathers feet.
He noticed the dressing pants along with the matching suit.
And last, but simply not least,
He noticed the tie matching to the shirt.

His father slowly turned around.
He was looking out in the distance, thinking,
and calmly responding to the other line's question
He suddenly was distracted by his son.

He had a phone in hand, and he hung up,
He gave a small smile to the child
who wouldn't smile back unless he saw an Honest one.
His father smile yet once again,
then there it was forming on the boy's lips. a smile.
The little boy hugged him.


His father would never know how important
This moment would have been for the little boy
Because this was merely a dream still not come true,
of a little boy, a 21 year old,
in a cemetery staring down on the grave of his father.
Wishing his father would have hung up the phone
Instead of ignoring what could have been,
the beginning of a little boy's dream.  

Instead, the father
*Turned around abruptly, directed his finger
to tell the boy to wait a second,
and simply did not hang up the phone
He never hung up.
Story of many kids, It is not the talking on the phone, but the ignoring kids for answering the phone, or work, or duty, or whatever else there may be. When you decided to make the decision to have a mature relationship and know each other deeply, the most important thing in you life becomes your kids.
The voice
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The voice  Wisconsin
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