The Crying Man


Ah dad...

I was on a plane. Again.

I was watching a man who was reading something on his tablet. Whatever it was, it didn’t seem to be any good. He was constantly distracted by the movie showing on his small screen.

The movie was the totally underrated, extremely charming Ramona and Beezus.

Finally he tore the plastic and removed the earphones. He started watching the movie intently. And his eyes welled up.

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About caroleparkes

My husband calls me a butterfly because I flit from one hobby to another. Apart from being a wife for 49 years, a mother of three sons, and a grandmother, I'm also an author, genealogist, amateur artist, a lover of most needlecrafts, and occasional poet. Of the above, my most enduring interest has been writing and I hope to be doing it well into old age.
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