Every father’s worst nightmare happened this morning when Destini walked into the living room, tears brimming, and said, “Daddy, I did something very bad.”
Immediately, his thoughts go to the worst.
Pregnancy…drugs…pregnancy… are the words that pretty much resonate off the insides of the brain of a parent upon hearing such a sentence.
His insides twist, perspiration erupts from the brow, gray hairs sprout on demand and then fall immediately to the floor.
“What did you do?” he asks, teeth gritted, fists clenched.
“I ran into your truck with mine.”
A great sigh fills the silence. His shoulders fall, fists ungrip, heart begins to beat again.
“Aren’t you going to yell at me?”
“No,” he says, smiling inside. “You have no idea how glad I am…that you ran into my truck.”
