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Standing hunched over and run down in front of the door, he reached for the knob. The brass felt cool and warn, the paint was peeling off the door, and the hinges squeaked as he opened it. Standing on his dilapidated porch was a child. Small and blond, no older than ten. His Grey eyes staring blankly up at the old man.
The old man instantly recognized him. He looked passed the boy to see another familiar face, one he had not seen for a few years. Coming around the front of an old beat up pickup truck was a women, with hair so blond it could be white. She had a thin frame, legs like a giraffe, poking out from a purple knee high dress. Her white sweater flapped in the wind as she made her way through the cracked cement driveway in white heels.
The old man looked back down at the boy and smiled. "You must be Liam."
"Hey Daddy!" The women called out as she made her way up the stairs of the porch.
"Please, come in. Get in the house, before the rain kicks up again". The old man gestured in the direction of the house, and guided Liam inside.
The old man patted the boy on the head and turned to his daughter. She looked the same as when she left the village all those years back. Liam was only three at the time, but he had maintained his features. "My dear" he said warmly with a smile. he stretched his arms out wide to embrace his sweet Abigale. Her smell filled his nostrils and his soul up. Seven years is a long time for a father to go without hugging his daughter. A tear formed in his eye as he pulled away. Holding onto her shoulder with his hands, he glanced all over her face. "Let me look at you".
"Oh, Daddy" she said all embarrassed. "I'm glad to see you too".
Suddenly, surprised shock washed over the face of the old man as if he had forgotten to do something important. He turned and scooped his grandson up off the floor. He hugged him and twirled him in the air. It was the most active thing the old man had done in years. He placed the boy back on the floor with a laugh.
"Say hello to your Grandpa Ezra, Liam" Abigale said with a grin.
The old man instantly recognized him. He looked passed the boy to see another familiar face, one he had not seen for a few years. Coming around the front of an old beat up pickup truck was a women, with hair so blond it could be white. She had a thin frame, legs like a giraffe, poking out from a purple knee high dress. Her white sweater flapped in the wind as she made her way through the cracked cement driveway in white heels.
The old man looked back down at the boy and smiled. "You must be Liam."
"Hey Daddy!" The women called out as she made her way up the stairs of the porch.
"Please, come in. Get in the house, before the rain kicks up again". The old man gestured in the direction of the house, and guided Liam inside.
The old man patted the boy on the head and turned to his daughter. She looked the same as when she left the village all those years back. Liam was only three at the time, but he had maintained his features. "My dear" he said warmly with a smile. he stretched his arms out wide to embrace his sweet Abigale. Her smell filled his nostrils and his soul up. Seven years is a long time for a father to go without hugging his daughter. A tear formed in his eye as he pulled away. Holding onto her shoulder with his hands, he glanced all over her face. "Let me look at you".
"Oh, Daddy" she said all embarrassed. "I'm glad to see you too".
Suddenly, surprised shock washed over the face of the old man as if he had forgotten to do something important. He turned and scooped his grandson up off the floor. He hugged him and twirled him in the air. It was the most active thing the old man had done in years. He placed the boy back on the floor with a laugh.
"Say hello to your Grandpa Ezra, Liam" Abigale said with a grin.
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