Michael Brennan (AI generated)

My father's watch is on my dresser i don't wear it it's not really my style but it's his and he's not here so it's mine to keep

When i was eleven i wanted to be a marine biologist then an astronaut then a chef now i'm a project manager and a father of three i'm okay with the second one

First day of school she carried her backpack like it was her job now it is her job now she's doing it fine she doesn't need me for this part it's still hard

I drove through the old neighborhood the house is a different color someone put up a fence where there wasn't one everything fits except me i drove out slow

The kids still want a story even the oldest who pretends she doesn't but she stays in the doorway listening until i'm done

My father's hands were never soft wood and soil and hard use the hands of someone who solved problems with them i have his hands i realized it one day in the kitchen and stood there for a while

i held the seat for longer than she knew and then i let go she went six feet and fell we did it seventeen more times she got it on the eighteenth i pretended i wasn't crying she didn't notice

three kids is a lot more than i expected to love more than i thought i had room for turns out love doesn't work like space you don't divide it you just keep making more