“It’s gonna be lit,” I answered. “What’s that?” Dad tilted his ear toward me. “I didn’t quite catch it.” This was a thing he did. He wanted me to proclaim it like a battle cry. He asked again, “WHAT KIND OF DAY WILL IT BE, MY SON?” His voice reverberated through me like wildfire, igniting a resounding cry. I jolted upright and yelled, “IT’S GONNA BE EXTRAORDINARY!”
Aarh my heart😭
