I’m very impressed by family. I guess it’s because I never had much of one, so when I saw a father and his sons ranging from 6 to 16, obviously so in love with their dad, my heart strings were plucked like a lute.
It was on the train. I was so tired from a long, trying work day, nothing left of me really, except the will to make it home.
They looked fresh and fun-filled like they had just been to a game. There were seats, but not 4 together, so rather than sit separately, they stood as a team of their own, arms linked amid sunny smiles.
Must be nice to have sons you clearly nurtured and brought up well who look to you with such affection. What could be finer than solid fatherhood knowing you did a good job.
I watched him tousle the youngest one’s hair that seemed a little long.
The older ones had crew-cuts like him. You could tell though how much he loved the little guy who had a smirk that told you all you needed to know. He was a mischief maker alright, maybe the way he was at that age.
They got off before me, dad making sure he was the last to embark, a few people between them.
The boys waited for him by the stairs, then, as a family, all alighted together.