“I’m saying don’t be so hard on him. He’s just a baby” said Martha.

“I know. Two tours in Iraq, and I just want to spend some quality time with my boy. Haven’t seen him in over a year” said Billy.

“He’s ready to see you too. Just be quiet when we walk in since he might be asleep.”

They make it to the door where she turns the handle.

Billy marches in where a faint, buoyant laugh is overheard.

“Is that my boy?” Billy cheerfully said.

The baby, petting the dog across the room, spies his daddy. His face beams with excitement realizing who it is.

He turns and begins running as fast as his stubby legs can carry him.

Billy opens his arms wide to lovingly embrace the son he hasn’t seen in over a year.

Halfway there, the baby trips on an unseen object and barrels to the floor.

As he begins to get up, the father becomes disillusioned by the moment. He looks at his watch, folds his arms and stares down at his son.

“YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO BEAT USAIN BOLT PULLING SHIT LIKE THAT.”

He walks away ignoring the look of horror on his wife.

And so, we all bear witness the savage burn Billy the dad laid on his son.

Green hearts are somewhere. Publication: Rue Renegade

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