Justin was a wild child. That’s what people called him anyway. Free spirit. Did what he wanted. Talked back. Skipped school. Ran around barefoot in thunderstorms. Gave his parents fits.
“Behave,” his mother pleaded.
“Go to your room,” his father demanded.
But Justin wouldn’t change. In desperation, his mother took him to a doctor, who prescribed medicine, which settled him. Helped him study, get good grades. No more back talk. No more running around in the rain. Straight As. Scholarship. College. Job. Wife. Kids.
“Liam’s a wild child,” Justin’s wife said.
“Let him be,” said Justin, watching the rain fall.
“Behave,” his mother pleaded.
“Go to your room,” his father demanded.
But Justin wouldn’t change. In desperation, his mother took him to a doctor, who prescribed medicine, which settled him. Helped him study, get good grades. No more back talk. No more running around in the rain. Straight As. Scholarship. College. Job. Wife. Kids.
“Liam’s a wild child,” Justin’s wife said.
“Let him be,” said Justin, watching the rain fall.
