on Tuesday, June 25, 2013

He waits.

When he is hungry, he takes out a sandwich and eats. But he still waits.

When he is feeling cold, he pulls his coat tighter around his frame. But he still waits.

When it rains, he takes out an umbrella, opens it up and holds it over his head. But he still waits.

He waits until the sun has set and he leaves, only to return with his dinner in his hand.

It’s an endless wait, it seems. He doesn’t really mind.

Not when he has the chance to make sure his daughter’s suitor doesn’t try anything funny.

image credits to Persico @ picship


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