Dad Needs Me Today.
"Time to get up. C'mon now, I need your help today?" "Oh, Dad!" I think. "I don't want to go to work today. I hope Mom has some work for me today. Mom's chores will not be nearly as hard." It is Summer and I get to sleep in. Yep! Sleep in Dad's truck as we snake our way through the city on our way to his job site. I am a seventeen years-old and my father is a sub contractor. Born in the 1920's, raised in The Depression, and very used to traditional gender roles, but Dad could be an advocate for women's rights because he doesn't much worry that I am a girl. I get to help him work...hard. He works hard every day except Sunday. I guess it's that farming runs deep in his veins. He loves to be outside and it doesn't seem to matter whether it is sweltering hot or freezing cold, Dad works outside. Dad works outside. He seems to think it is good for my character development for me to experience nature in all its variety whil...
