Homeless Love G.D

13°My Little Man

It was heard downstairs a knock on the door, Evangeline called Grayson and Zhola and both stumbled down dressing quickly and sloppily.

A man with a beard of about fifty and of elegant appearance, kind and well cared for his years appeared at the door, dressed in a dark blue suit with a red tie and a white shirt with purple dots.
These dots, were not of the shirt, were shown as if a small child had painted them, with their own fingers ..
He took off the hat that rested on his head delicately and entered the house with a smile as he watched the young men fix their clothes as they descended the stairs.
"I'm sorry we fell asleep"

"Calm down, son, I was young too"

He said while Evangeline looked at them seriously.
She preferred to break the tension and show him the way to the living room, later she would have a few words with them although of course she would not be too severe she was also young and she also used to make mischief with Tommo ...
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He took off his jacket too and settled into the chair, crisscrossed his hands and let them rest on the table while his eyes shone and the smile did not fade from his face.

"Well, tell me Grayson, tell me a little about you, how are you, I have to do a detailed report, policy of the association."

He said as he cleared his voice, making it clearer and trying to get into his role as a professional.

"Yes, I feel good, very nervous as you will understand but happy to have you here, by the way, I love your shirt"

"Right, it was a gift from my son, more or less, the color purple is his favorite color"

That was how Grayson remembered something and started to laugh.

"Do you want me to tell you something?
It's a pretty funny story "

"Of course, go ahead son"

"When I was little, I remember that my father gave me a box with paintings, I was always painting everywhere, always on  paper of course, like a good kid. One day I ran out of paper to paint, and I wanted to continue painting, I went crazy to look any type of paper I tried to paint on napkins, on toilet paper, but the paint wrinkled the paper and left my drawing ugly, I knew the situation at home so I said nothing and I was sad for a long time ... But then I thought... What if I use one of the daddy-dictionary's shirts?
I can continue painting and he will be happy because he will have a gift.
So I took a shirt that happened to be freshly ironed on my parents' bed.
I wanted to make a nice drawing but I did not want it to be the typical landscape with a house and a sun that I always painted, so it only occurred to me to take my thumb, put it in the purple paint pot and use it as a stamp, I put my little one finger I traced all over theshirt  and in the back as I was finishing my artwork, I signed it and put my name with the same paint and instead of using my finger I used both my hands and placed them on the shirt.
I put it to dry and when it dried I remember that I kept it under my back, suddenly I saw my father go from one place to another looking everywhere something, he saw me turned to me and said

"little man, you will not have seen a white shirt that was on the bed? "

I said yes and I took it from where I had it hidden, from my back.
He gaped at her and said

"this is my little man, an artist and tell me you have signed this work of art?"

I said

"Yes daddy, look from behind, even my hands are there"

He put it on and hugged me, I knew that was his favorite shirt because he put it on when we both went out to eat hamburgers "
The man got up and said

"Grayson your father's shirt was something like that"

And he turned to reveal two small hands on the back of the shirt as well as "Gray" written by hand and in children's writing.

"Yes ... It's the same, dad, are you?"

"Come and hug your father"

He was a copy, similar, to him...
He was youth, he was life and adventures a young man willing to share happiness and to make smile to who else needs it like he did in his time and he still does it now
On this day, that fatherly bond that was believed lost was unearthed again.
An emotive and so touching embrace that also awoke the tears of the spectators, in this case of Evangeline and Zhola.
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Grayson and Sean had so much to talk about and to tell each other they had so much to explain and forgive and embrace and they just ... They had so much to enjoy.

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