Prompt Four: Dawn
Girls,
Your father and I went out to watch the sunrise. He's been logging sunrises and sunsets lately, trying to prove or disprove the rhyme. So far all he's done is prove that I am the most patient woman ever born, and that his knowledge of things no one else knows or cares about is vast.
I keep reminding myself that I love him, but in all honesty I'm starting to wonder how you three would feel about a new father. Maybe someone normal this time?
Mom