Tuesday, May 31, 2011

From Chapter Twenty - Coming of Age for the Third Generation

“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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