Concrete on Leather

work boots

Today was my last day of working with my dad as a laborer in his construction company. Possibly, forever.

No more exposure to toxic chemicals,

no more going home feeling like a burnt pop-tart,

no more feeling like a six-year old when I get yelled at for not knowing the right concrete/water solution ratio,

no more prosciutto, mozzarella, and olive spread sandwiches,

no more looking at a completed project, saying, “I did that”,

no more awful dad jokes, which made them glorious,

no more stories on the commute that have been trapped inside for years, letting out a little light I never knew about.

I hope to anthologize all of these stories some day. Just give me a minute……I’m a little beat.

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