Everyone dresses up for the first day of work, Son ,' says
Dad.
"You will look good, Austin. At least wear it once and see
for yourself. Just once? For us?' says Mom, dangling a blazer in
front of me.
'You made me wear a frock, said I would look good and
took me to uncles's wedding. I can't trust your word now,
can I?' I grumble.
‘You were three,' says dad. And you looked so cute, Son.'
“He looked like a pretty girl,' says Mom.
Dad looks at Mom and both their eyes glaze over. They
smile and get lost in the memories of me as a child. My
growing up has been hard on them. If they could, they would
choose the three-year-old in a white frock over the twenty-
three-year-old they are struggling to get into a blazer.
'We should get the album out,' says Dad.
'If I see that album once more, I will burn it!' I tell Dad,
who is a nostalgia addict, an obsessive recorder and revisit-er
of the past, and he stays put. "Give me the receipt, I will
return the blazer on the way back.'
'I lost it,' says Dad.
Everyone dresses up for the first day of work, Son ,' says
Dad.
"You will look good, Austin. At least wear it once and see
for yourself. Just once? For us?' says Mom, dangling a blazer in
front of me.
'You made me wear a frock, said I would look good and
took me to uncles's wedding. I can't trust your word now,
can I?' I grumble.
‘You were three,' says dad. And you looked so cute, Son.'
“He looked like a pretty girl,' says Mom.
Dad looks at Mom and both their eyes glaze over. They
smile and get lost in the memories of me as a child. My
growing up has been hard on them. If they could, they would
choose the three-year-old in a white frock over the twenty-
three-year-old they are struggling to get into a blazer.
'We should get the album out,' says Dad.
'If I see that album once more, I will burn it!' I tell Dad,
who is a nostalgia addict, an obsessive recorder and revisit-er
of the past, and he stays put. "Give me the receipt, I will
return the blazer on the way back.'
'I lost it,' says Dad.
