The Dad I Never Had

"Annie, Annie, come quick!" Pop Pop cried.

When I arrived at the entrance, he motioned for me to sit beside him on the couch, his eyes transfixed on the TV.

"Come sit here," he patted the cushion on the sofa beside him, his eyes still transfixed.

"Look at this . . . Look at this woman on the TV . . . see how she laughs . . . . watch the way she's laughing."

He continued to focus all his attention on this beautiful young woman. She was the guest on some talk show. He was clearly enjoying her.

The thought, "oh, Pop Pop you pervert!" was what came to my mind at that time. He was clearly enjoying this young woman.

"Annie, do you see how this woman is laughing?"

She was having so much fun. Laughing, throwing her head back, mouth wide open.

He finally asked me, "Wouldn't you like to laugh like that?"