wasted

wasted

A Chapter by Ana Papaya
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On my sixteenth birthday my father gave me a watch. 

He told me I could wear it if I wanted to.  But that if I did I would wind up keeping track of it and most likely waste it.  He meant Time.  That I'd become a slave to it.

My father never owned a watch.  So for his 65th birthday I bought him one.   As a reminder that he should start keeping track and not waste it.


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Gee
How wise your dad, how lucky you, how lucky your dad :))

Posted 3 Months Ago


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Ana Papaya

3 Months Ago

I do feel very lucky. :)
Thanks Gee!
This is so clever! I like how keeping track of time can is both types of waste management.

Posted 6 Months Ago


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Ana Papaya

6 Months Ago

thanks so much Cory! :)
A role reversal of sorts, where the girl, now a woman, says says so much without words and the father, smiles at being transported back to giving yours, and smile, knowing she has learned well.
A beautiful thought indeed.

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ana Papaya

6 Months Ago

thanks so much Lorry :)

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