Henry Rojas
Joined January 2020
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Red Sonder
My grandfather, who I called Pops, leaned forward from his wooden chair as if to tell me something. The holes on his wool, hay like, sweater expanded as he crossed his arms and rested them on his knees. His tired eyes looked at me and he exclaimed “I always knew something big would come of you, didn’t think it would be as curious as this”. He chuckled and leaned back with a worked up look on his face. “well son’ he said, “you have a big decision to make here and whatever in hell you decide to do you make sure to tell yourself it’s the right thing”. I looked down at my knees spread wide by a black leather bag stacked tight with Ben Franklins. There it was, on top of all of it the little black notebook.
By Henry Rojas3 years ago in Families