christmas eve

ORIGINALLY POSTED December 24, 2022

my dad got called out to work last night at like 3 in the morning and could only make it a few miles before it became impossible to drive. he saw a duck lost on top of the grand island bridge, and was flagged down by a 20 year old man who lost control of his car. he was crying and asking my dad for help, and my dad couldn't do much because he was on the clock except for call the police who just yelled at my dad over the phone. "you shouldn't have been driving to begin with, we're not going out to help." my dad says, "he shouldn't have been driving to begin with, but this is my job," and the police say, "you're an essential worker?" and i know my dad would never call himself that but on the phone he says, "yes." so the police come after 45 minutes and meanwhile this guy is just crying and crying and my dad, in his sort of southern disposition, tells him he needs to calm down and that he'll wait with him for the police and that his car is warm and he won't die. the police finally come and they're disgruntled and the boy cried, "can you please take me to my boyfriends house?" and at this point in the story i'm jolted because it sets in this very well could have been me or any of my friends.

and the police say no, they won't do that, but they'll take him to a shelter for the night. and i ask my dad, "well did he seem happy about that?" and my dad says, "i think so." so i start ranting about the police and how i hate them, and i’m getting angry over my pancakes and the bird feeder outside is shaking in the wind and i feel myself getting more and more upset and then my mom comes in and says, "a one year old baby just died." and i quiet and my dad says, "oh my god, why?" and she says, "it was on the news and they just couldn't get emergency service to her." and now the kitchen is sort of rustling because the conversation isn't fun anymore so my dad shows me a silly picture of him in the snow and my little brother asks me if i remember when we dug out our grandpa’s truck out of a snow bank a couple years ago. i go up to my room but before i leave i look out the window and my dad says, "i've just never seen weather this bad." and then i feel sick wondering if next year it's just going to get worse.

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