Travel Time

“We’re leaving for Taiwan,” I said. “Everybody, take just one thing.”

They were ready in under a minute, I like a good, disciplined family. Everyone had a thing they wanted to transfer with them and I smiled and nodded at each and every one of them until I reached my daughter.

”What is this?” I asked.

”It’s Francis. I love him. He’s coming with us."

"But it’s just a moldy old head,” I said. “You won’t need it in Taiwan."

"Let her keep it,” said Jacques.

”Yeah,” said Mark, “She’s your daughter. She must have the sense too. She knows what she’s doing."

"I agree,” said David Number Two, “Francis should be her thing to take to Taiwan."

"Okay, okay,” I said, “You can take the head, but only because your fathers think it’s okay. We will see if it was a good decision.”

Her face lit up with joy. “Thank you, daddy."

"You’re welcome. Now, what is Taiwan?"

"It’s the only place we will ever be happy,” she said.

”That’s my girl,” I said. I was genuinely proud. As she was leaving, I noticed Jacques wrote his name on her back, only it was spelled Jock.

Posted by: Paweł Kowaluk