Tuesday

Tuesday was dad’s day off from work.

In the morning, he would make us breakfast. Usually eggs or French toast. Always sausage. Sometimes even muffins from the Jiffy box. The blueberry ones were the best.

Then, we’d pile into the back of the old silver Nissan he got from my uncle. It had a big dent in the bumper and a rear window you weren’t allowed to roll down because it would get stuck.

Ten minutes and one “love ya” later, and we’d be at school. Now spilling out of the car, and counting down the hours until the ride home.

I always liked Tuesdays.

-CKaz