Dear Son,
you’re six times six years old today. Six years each as child, boy, adolescent, youth, young man, and youngish man. Now you’re in your prime, though you won’t admit it (yet).
You’ve got a job, a bank account, and a life of your own, but you’re still a son. If you’re lucky, your parents realise you can take care of yourself. You may not need them now, but they still need you.
Look what they did to me to get your attention!
Go ssssee them! Or I’ll sssscratch!
Tttesssss
P.SSSSS. I MEAN ITTTT!
Oh, yes, …and Happy Birthday.
This week’s 100-word-challenge-for-grown-ups is to write a text to go along with the birthday card above (photo via Julia’s place).
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Ready for a new challenge? Try this!
1006words – Paint / shoot 1000 words, write 6.
Stray Thoughts 