I sit on the worn leather couch rubbing my hands over the memory filled cushion. My hands are starting to wrinkle.
When did I get old?
I turn to the laughing and chatting coming from the kitchen. There they were my kids, my babies that weren't really babies anymore.
When did they all grow up?
A smile crosses my face as I hear laughter and the stomping of little feet. My grandbabies.
I have grandkids that still blows my mind.
A bunch of them look just like their parents while others not blood-related but were definitely their parents' kids.
This family hasn't really been something bond by blood. I'm glad for that because I wouldn't have the great family that I do if not.
Looking around at my aging home, my kids turned adults, and my grandchildren I can't help but wonder.
Where did the time go?
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How to be a Dad?
HumorSilver never really saw himself as someone to have kids. He had too many issues with his own parents and just people in general. Well, somehow a group of kids in his new apartment building worm their way into his heart. This is excerpts of Silver's...
