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Picnic

  • Writer: mbsphotog
    mbsphotog
  • Dec 8, 2018
  • 1 min read

Emily and I had a Burger King picnic at a little park on a day when I could only afford one 2.99 value meal.

I have a clipped picture laminated and saved as a bookmark that shows her smiling and offering her half of the burger back to me.

Not full, but not believing, even at four, that dad only wants a bite of burger and no fries.

Being poor is no picnic, But that sticks out in my mind As our best ever picnic.

 
 
 

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