A | Day With Dad And Uncle Tom By Sheila Robins 11yo Mega Full

For lunch we had picnic blankets, crunchy apples, and Dad’s special sandwiches with extra pickles. Uncle Tom taught me how to fold the picnic blanket so the crumbs didn’t escape—he called it “blanket engineering.” We traded bites and stories. Dad told me about the time he tried to build a kite and it flew into Mrs. Weaver’s rosebush. Uncle Tom said he once tried to race a goat and lost, which made me spit out my apple because I laughed so hard.

On the walk back, Uncle Tom taught me how to whistle with my fingers. I tried and managed a tiny sound that made Dad clap like it was a concert. When we got home, Mom smelled the creek on our clothes and laughed. I hugged Dad and Uncle Tom so hard my arms went around both of them at once. Dad ruffled my hair and said, “Same time next week?” and Uncle Tom promised to bring even more bad jokes. a day with dad and uncle tom by sheila robins 11yo mega full

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by Sheila Robins, 11 years old