My mom had finally found another job, she was coming home from an interview, and the doctors said she had a heart attack which caused the accident, had swerved the car into another lane and crashed the car. I was 16 at the time and when I found out, I crashed. I was depressed for days afterward. My dad came up to me and patted me on the back and said "let's do something to get you out of your depression. We went outside. He had found a football and asked if I wanted to toss it around.
"Alright, here's what we're gonna do, every time you catch the ball, take a step back, and every time you miss it take two steps forward. Understood"
"Yup," I replied solemnly
We played and played, for almost two whole hours. That was the closest we've ever been. Then we headed inside, he came next to me and put his hand around my far arm, and gave me a small hug. After about a second or two, it felt awkward for both of us so he stopped.
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Father and Son
Short StoryA story about the complex relationship between a father and his son
