Glad You're Back

Alex

Our fishing had been a bust—again. I promised Damion I would eventually catch him an entire bucket of fish that he could feast upon. It just wasn’t going to be that day. I personally didn’t care that we hadn’t caught any fish. I had such a great time hanging out with the boys, the rest of it didn’t matter.

“How about ice cream?” I suggested.

“Yes!” Oliver jumped up and down.

“I think ice cream would be great,” he agreed.

We loaded up our gear into the back of my truck and headed to the diner to get some hot fudge sundaes. We took a booth near the back of the place, taking advantage of it being mostly empty.

“I’m glad we’re back,” Oliver said as he scooped a big chunk out of the sundae.

“I’m glad you’re back as well,” I told him.

“We had to live in a hotel,” he pouted. “Dad promised me we would get a yard. We didn’t. We had to be in a hotel. I didn’t have my own room or my toys. The hotel room was tiny and I had to be quiet all the time. It only had one TV.”

“Wow,” I said with fei