A World of Difference

“Hello Father.” I grinned a friendly, confident smile when I walked into his room later in the evening. He was still laying flat on the bed, but the gruff “Hello” that I got for a response informed me that he was returning to normality.

“How are you?” I asked politely.

“How do you think I am, lying here all trussed up and connected to so many machines I can't move at all?” His reply halted the conversation for a moment. However, I was expecting this, and had the next comment prepared.

“It looks like they are taking good care of you here. And you certainly have a nice room. What did the doctors think happened?”

“Oh, just a stroke, like they originally thought. I should be able to get out of here in a week or less.”

"That's good to hear. I'm sure you are looking forward to that."

"Yes, I sure am!"

Now my brain churned, wondering how to word my request.

"Father I was thinking...."

"What, son? Come up with another hair-brained idea of yours?"

"No, Father. I was just thinking how difficult it will be for you to work on the farm after this." He looked like he was about to interrupt, so I rushed on. "I know that the doctors will have some restrictions for you after this, and that after a week in the hospital it will take a while for you to get your muscles back up to shape again. I was thinking that I should help on the farm for the next couple weeks or so."

'Bah. I won't need any help." He protested.

I saw him weakening, so I  bluffed. "Father, I insist. If you push yourself you will end up in here again, and for a lot longer! Besides, I want to come back and spend some time with you before I head off into adulthood."

"Not ready to fly the nest?" He prodded.

"No, just ready to remember my childhood."

A long pause endued, our thoughts drifting to the past.

"Ok son, I'll accept your help. But don't go making a mess or getting in people's way."

"Father. I am no longer a child."

"You are, until you prove yourself an adult."


The End

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