Father Forgets

Father Forgets is one-of-a-piece which touched the feelings of so many readers, and had been reproduced in many magazines and newspapers. An article which I could not help but shed tears when I read, which I have no right to be selfish and keep the article in my possession but to share with all that share the same perception as I do. Enjoy =)

FATHER FORGETS

W. Livingston Larned

The First Part

Listen, son   :   I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and the blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I came to your bedside.

There are the things I was thinking, son   :   I had been cross to you. I scolded you as you were dressing for school because you gave your face merely a dab with a towel. I took you to task for not cleaning your shoes. I called out angrily when you threw some of your things on the floor.

At breakfast I found fault, too. You spilled things. You gulped down your food. You put your elbows on the table. You spread butter too thick on your bread. And as you started off to play and I made for my train, you turned and waved a hang and called, "Goodbye, Daddy!" and I forwned, and said in reply, "Hold your shoulders back!"

Then it beagan all over again in the later afternoon. As I came up the road I spied on you, down on your knees, playing marbles. There were holds in your stockings. I humiliated you before you boyfriends by marching you ahead of me to the house. Stockings were expensive - and if you had to buy them you would be more careful! Imagine that, son, from a father!

Do you remember, later, when I was reading in the library, how you came in timidly, with sort of hurt look in your eyes? When I glanced up over my paper, impatient at the interruption, you hesitated at the door. "What is it you want?" I snapped.

You said nothing, but ran across in one tempestuous plunge, and threw your arms around my neck and kissesd me, and your small arms tightened with and affection that God had set blooming in your heart and which even neglect could not wither. And then you were gone, pattering up the stairs.