It's another morning, birds are chirping, the sun is shining bright and everything seems the same as yesterday. Screams from the bathroom, the showers are clogged again and my son is at the top of his lungs about it. Sitting there, fixing the unfixable shower drain, I recall the atmosphere in this exact home two years ago. Again, my son was screaming, my daughter was choosing the outfit of the day for her princess and I was trying to fix my tie for the morning.
Hot toasts from the toaster, a cup of warm coffee, cereals, juice, backpacks, briefcases and we are all out of the door. It has been the exact same routine from that day, two years ago. I'm a single father with two young children, a busy job, and a functioning home. I wouldn't trade it for the world; I realized it was father's day when my 4-year-old daughter decided to make her own present. It was a macaroni bedazzled stapler. I laughed and kissed her chubby cheeks goodbye. Gosh! she reminds me of her mother, the love of my life from the past.