I got to work this afternoon and there was another note on my computer. "Come get me when you get in and let's talk in my office," my father had wrote. Oh! Shit!
My biggest fears weren't realized, though. I thought dad was going to tell me he didn't need me anymore, or that I haven't been doing my job.
"I am proud of you son," he told me as I sat down. "You've done so well lately and it makes me proud."
I sighed with relief and grinned with glee.
"Y'all tell me when I am doing good," I told him. "I get a lot of attention when I am doing badly, but no one says a word when I doing fine."
I have seven more days until dad is supposed to give me my disability money again. We are going to start small and only give me $20 dollars a week. Still, I will feel rich having a regular income again. The first thing I want to do is put a donated dollar in all the baskets of my AA meetings. What a relief!