The book of tales you knew by heart

“Da?” Perry said, picking a book up off the shelf. His brows furrowed. It was old and battered, but most of Da’s books were like that. What caught his attention was the faded illustration on the cover. He looked over at Da and held the book up for him to see. “What’s this?”

“My mother used to read that to me when I was your age,” Da said, smiling. He laughed and added, “Got so I knew every word. Would you like to hear one of the stories?”

Perry nodded and stepped up to Da, who was just sitting down in an overstuffed chair. Da pulled him up onto his knee and opened the book. Even though the pages were battered and the ink badly faded, Da had not trouble reading the old storybook.

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