Three Days to Goodbye
“Mom, if Dad sees me win tomorrow, do you think he’ll like me more? Maybe he’ll tell everyone I’m his pup!”
My chest ached as I smiled and hugged him.
“He will, baby. You’re his only pup.”
He grinned so brightly it hurt to look at him.
And for a fleeting second, I wanted to believe it too.
The next morning, Joseph was up before sunrise.
He dressed neatly, hair brushed, and waited by the window.
Every few minutes, he’d peek outside.
Cars came and went.
But not David’s.
Minutes became hours.
The sports day was about to begin.