Installed a bathtub today, mighty fine work if I do say so myself. Only problem is my family hates it.
“Eww dad, it’s so old and gross,” my eldest says.
“Really, honey… with how tight money’s been lately… I don’t know.
I wish you would have talked to me about it first.”
Why can’t they just be happy.
Why can’t they just appreciate that I wanted
to do something nice for us… for the family.
It’s not this horrible old thing.
It’s hope! Comfort.
Sanctuary.
The Ragged Journal 