“Lets go, I’m low on air,” I said.
He followed me out the front door and onto the snow covered lawn. We both knelt down and removed our helmets and face pieces.
My son and I, together.
I looked over at him as he stared at the house, now only light smoke was coming from the top of the front door.
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked.
He just nodded back at me, a satisfied look on his face.
I always thought it would be great to be there for his first time inside, but I never knew if it would actually happen. I had just lived a dream. Emotions welled up inside me, flowing through my system. I thought I was going to cry. He wasn’t my little boy anymore.
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