“Howdy, kiddo.” Your father’s voice calls.

You look up from where you’re sat under a tree in the yard, and see your father stood above you. His fishing rod is slung over his shoulder, another in hand.

He’s been back a few days now, but his presence never lasts long before his gang comes calling. But he really tries to be a good dad when he is here with you and your momma.

“I’m headin’ out ta go fishin’,” Arthur smiles down to you. “Ain’t ya old enough now fer your old man ta give you a lesson or two on fishin’?”