by Doug McIntire
I’d nearly forgotten, but it was time for me to perform my once-a-week cleaning of the cat litter, just in time for the trash to go out the next morning. It was late and I was tired, almost ready to turn in for the evening. As I searched for my sandals, I realized that they were in none of the usual places, which meant that my stepdaughter probably had made off with them. She was already in bed and I was in no mood to go searching for them, considering the miserable chore before me. But when I turned on the hallway light and opened her bedroom door, I saw her fast asleep, curled up in her blankets, the sandals laid out neatly on the floor by her bed. I smiled and realized that I didn’t really mind her sneaking off with my sandals.
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Doug McIntire's stepdaughter is a constant source of material and offers him loads of encouragement to write.
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3 comments:
A sweet and well-written story. I hear you on the cat litter. LOL
A lovely, tender moment.
If I waited a whole week to clean the cat litter, my sandals would have walked away all by themselves! You must have a more dainty kitty than mine. And you definitely have one lucky little stepdaughter.
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