My father and I talk on the phone every Sunday and Wednesday. We chat about football, the weather, family, and anything else that crosses our minds. At the end of it all, we spend around 2 hours talking about nothing.
Sometimes I get a little insight into the family's history. I could not tell you how we ended up discussing it, but my father was telling me about having to babysit his little sister, my aunt. Which was an interesting story to listen to.
Apparently, my grandfather had been trying to get a raise, but instead of paying him more money, the tire shop where he worked hired my grandmother to wipe down shelves and do other similar jobs. So my grandmother would leave everyday around 2:30 in the afternoon to walk to the shop, do her job, and come home with my grandfather. This meant that my father had to come home after school and take care of my aunt.
The point of this post is that I simply cannot picture my father as young teenager or my aunt as a young girl.
No comments:
Post a Comment