I returned my father's house after work. He was coming out of the house when I got there.
He had cleaned the area that I told him to clean. And he asked, "Well, how did I do? Did I have a good job?"
I said, "Yes, Daddy, you did." And then I thought, that's what I used to ask!
My friend and I worked in yard and put bricks down to make him steps up to the front porch, where the original ones had cracked.
When all was done, I stood back and observed the finished work. Pictures of my past came to my mind. Then I looked at my father sitting on his porch. He looked content. I felt content.
All is well.