Hector takes off his helmet and sets it on the ground. “See child,” he seems to say, “it’s really me, just me. Don’t worry. No need to cry.”
This time, when his father reaches for him, he comes. Hector lifts him up in the air, holding on firmly, as fathers do. A moment of play, smiling, then a kiss and a prayer.
The ancient bards had a way with words, didn't they?
Very, very nice Mary. Though I wish I could, I just don't have it in me to write the way you just wrote. Great job with this. - Jim
Hector takes off his helmet and sets it on the ground. “See child,” he seems to say, “it’s really me, just me. Don’t worry. No need to cry.”
This time, when his father reaches for him, he comes. Hector lifts him up in the air, holding on firmly, as fathers do. A moment of play, smiling, then a kiss and a prayer.
The ancient bards had a way with words, didn't they?