Patience
Patience By Joy Margetts
Usually I sat quietly in a corner amidst the maelstrom and watched my mother play referee, a fixed smile on her face.
‘It takes patience, Son,’ Dad said, as he cast the fishing line out once more.
‘Mum’s family are loud,’ I said suddenly. ‘Yes,’ Dad grinned. ‘It takes patience, Son!’
I was bored, but I didn’t say so. He always disappeared with his fishing gear on a Sunday afternoon. This was the first time he had allowed me to come. Sunday afternoons were when my Mum’s sisters came to visit, with six children between them, all girls.
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