Dec 10 2008
Burn part 3
This is the third page of my story, read the previous days posts if you have no idea what is going on. Hope you enjoy.
Brent’s father, Ron, stepped into the airport terminal. He was a busy man, and he was proud of it. He worked hard all day, six days a week to make money. He knew that he worked a little harder than necessary, but he wanted to make partner at his firm and he rationalized it by saying that he did it for his family. In truth, he had started working more and more as his kids grew older. He knew it wasn’t right, but it was what he did nonetheless. He felt like he wasn’t capable of relating to his kids, they seemed foreign to him. He volunteered more and more for business trips, just to avoid the awkward stares at the dinner table. His oldest son, Brent, made him uncomfortable. He could tell Brent was a good kid, but he didn’t know how to talk to him. The more he avoided Brent, the worse the situation became. Ron knew that he was making things worse, but he couldn’t help himself. He turned his phone on, and immediately the phone vibrated, telling him that he had seven new voicemails. He listened to the first one and dropped his suitcase. He let his precious Blackberry, the thing that never left his sight, slip out of his fingertips as he sprinted for the exit. How could this happen? He tried to blame his son in his mind, calling him an out of control teen, but he realized it wasn’t his fault. It was his own fault. He was never there for his son, and now look what had happened. None of that mattered now to Ron though, he just wanted to be with his son; for the first time in years, he actually wanted to face his son.
