Squaring shoulders, Peter tried, “Hi! I’m your son.” No that was too direct.
“Hello sir, did you know Madeline Hoffman? ”
No, that didn’t sound right either.
He tried, ” Hi! I’m sure you know who I am.”
Peter sighed. The words come. He just knew it.
Dusting light snow off his coat, he drew a deep breath and approached the front door.

Within the terraced home, a happy family settled down to dinner. Dad had his teenagers in fits of giggles as Mum looked on with a big smile.
How lives can change by the simple ringing of a doorbell.

ยฉVivian Zems

Friday Fiction with Rochelle

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