"Good morning, kiddo!" my dad exclaimed, giving me a warm hug. "Today's going to be an amazing day, just you wait and see!"
As I jumped out of bed, I quickly got dressed and ran downstairs to the kitchen, where the delicious aroma of freshly brewed coffee and pancakes wafted through the air. My dad was already up, sipping his coffee and chatting with Uncle Tom, who was sitting at the table, pouring over a map of the local area. They were planning our day's itinerary, and I couldn't wait to see what they had in store for me. a day with dad and uncle tom by sheila robins 11yo 63
Lunch was a picnic spread on a red-checkered blanket. Mom had packed ham sandwiches wrapped in wax paper, hard-boiled eggs with salt, and glass bottles of Coca-Cola. For dessert, Uncle Tom surprised us with a box of glazed donuts he’d bought on the way. We ate until we were full, lying on our backs and watching the clouds move across the sky. They talked about the future—about the new rockets going into space and how much the world was changing. At eleven, I didn't understand everything they said, but I felt the weight and the wonder of it. Reference: "A Day with Dad and Uncle Tom"