Part 3 – My First Romance Story

We all played the rest of the day but my mind couldn’t sit still. We went home around dinner time and I was anxious to write in my notebook.

“Tell Nathan it’s time to eat.”

“Yes Mom.”

I sat down at the table with my notebook and started to write. I didn’t realize she was paying attention. I thought she was cooking.

“What are you writing Ben?”

I could see her pulling something out of the oven as she asked that.


“Do you care to share?”

“No not really.”

“Why not?”

“You won’t understand or like it.”

“Ben you shouldn’t assume, well why would you say that?”

“Allie thought it was boring.”

“Ben I will be in a second, you aren’t making any sense.”

My Mom brought in dinner and placed it on the table. She was running back and forth for a few minutes as I sat there writing.

“Ok Ben, please let me see your notebook.”

I stopped writing and handed it to her. She was fixing her hair with one hand as she read it.

“So what is the about?”

“I’m trying to write like Dr. Seuss. I’m trying to rhyme but this is hard and make sense.”

“Oh I see.”

She had a puzzling face and was trying to come up with something to say. It took her a while though.

“Well Ben the world doesn’t need two Dr. Seuss’s. We only need one. You be Ben and write what comes out. Don’t write like him.”

I understood what Mom said. I guess she is right. My father says she is barely ever right.

“Where is your brother, I told you to tell him it’s dinner time.”

We came downstairs and my Mom looked upset.

“What’s wrong Mom?”

“I’m ok, it’s just your father. He grabbed some clothes when you were next door. He has to travel again for work.

My mother always hated when he had to travel for work. She never seemed pleased to sit at the dinner table without him.


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