Jamie knew what kind of day he’d had as soon as Andy’s feet hit the step to the garage door. “Okay, kids. Off to your rooms to finish your homework. We’ll have dinner soon. Let Daddy unwind for a bit. Here, take some carrot sticks with you.”
“This business. These people. This day.” Andy’s grumblings began the minute the door opened.
“They’re blessed to have you on the team, Andy. You give them everything you have everyday, in every way. Come and sit down for a bit while I finish dinner. You can tell me all about it.”
With a quick kiss on his cheek, Jamie took his lunchbox and led Andy to a kitchen stool. “Here, sweetie, nosh on these while I start the pasta. So, what’s one good thing and one bad thing about today?”
It was something she did with the girls each day after school. Jamie hoped it would help Andy, too.
“It’s so hard, Jamie. I feel like I can’t do enough to help. I met the most wretched woman today. She was dressed in about twenty layers. I think she had everything she owned on her back. I offered to help her with her bags and she started screaming obscenities. She thought I was trying to steal them. It breaks my heart.”
“And the good, sweetie?”
“The good? She told me her story and I cried. I couldn’t help myself. Suddenly she reached into one of her (many) pockets and pulled out a snow white hanky. She wiped my eyes dry of tears. It was like I was receiving her benediction.”
Andy hung his head. “I’m sorry I was grumbling when I came in, Jamie. I love you. It just hurts to see people living like that. We found her a bed in the women’s shelter, though. So she’s safe for a bit.
“Say! Where are my girls? Come give Daddy a hug, you munchkins. Mama has dinner ready. Susie, do you want to say grace tonight?”
above photo from Photoblog.
This week the editors at Trifecta asked us to write 33-333 words using the word WRETCHED in its third definition: being or appearing mean, miserable, or contemptible [dressed in wretched old clothes]