It’s a short story, a simple story, a sweet memory. Jon was visiting. I was cooking dinner while Jon played with David in the living room. The sounds of giggling, running, shouts of “Unca Jon, look!” began to subside, and soon, it was very quiet. Then I heard Jon’s voice, softly speaking. Curious, I peeked around the doorway into the living room. David and Jon sat cuddled on the couch, Jon quietly reading “Bear Hunt” to David, who was listening intently, head resting against his uncle’s chest.
Sheryl Banks