I wonder now, was he trying to reassure us by repeating this mantra or to convince himself? It’s no matter now. He kept his word.
“I don’t know how I can raise all of you kids by myself. It’s too hard for me to do alone and I don’t know what to do.” A very long pregnant pause followed. “But, I have an idea. And, I need all of you kids to help.”
We waited impatiently for his suggestion.
He said, “Let’s pray your momma comes back.”
“Huh!?” We all said in unison.
“Let’s pray your momma comes back. Maybe that’ll work.”
We had never done that sort of thing before and no one quite knew what to do or say. To make matters worse since I was the youngest, at least the youngest who could talk, Pop decided to start with me. If truth be told, I didn’t know what to say.
Pop looked me in the eyes and asked, “Willy, will you go first?”
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