“Hey, we’re going on vacation! It’s going to be great! We’re taking dad’s old camper, the BBB, whatever that means.”
Jack and Joe were beyond excited. They hadn’t been on a camping trip with their dad in ages. It wasn’t his fault really. He was depressed and spent most of his time tinkering around in the garage and smoking those medicinal cigarettes. The garage was off limits, but he promised to spend time with us this summer.
We pulled up to the Big Blue Bus and couldn’t understand the smile on dad’s face. We sadly knew the disappointment on ours.