Continued from May 20, 2018
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April 30th (21 years ago)
“Dylan, come outside!” Gail yelled over her shoulder as she walked down the steps of the porch.
“Coming!” Dylan called back as he flew out the front door, jumping over the steps, and nearly falling when he landed on the grass.
Marcus couldn’t help but smile. He had set up his camp chair in the yard hours ago to watch the sunrise and listen to the birds that had returned since winter had finally broken. His new Polaroid camera was sitting in his lap with a few pictures already sitting beneath it.
“What are you laughing at?” Gail asked, walking over to Marcus.
“Nothing, I’m just loving being home for a change.” He replied, crooning his neck for a kiss.
“It’s nice having you home.” Gail said, winking at him. “Did you take many pictures with your fancy camera yet?”
Dylan ran past them and took the gardening gloves from his mother’s back pocket.
“Oh no you don’t!” Gail called suddenly, not waiting for Marcus to answer her question as she turned to chase the boy. “Give those back!”
“Only if you catch me!” He called back, giggling furiously as he ran around the side of the house.
Marcus turned his chair around and waited. Dylan came barreling around the other side of the house, his face red and his breathing heavy as his father motioned for him to come to him.
Dylan stopped a few feet from him, still trying to hold onto the gloves.
“I’m just going to take your picture.” Marcus said, lifting the camera.
Neither of them saw Gail come around the corner, and just as Marcus pressed the button, her arms had wrapped around Dylan. She lowered him to the ground and began tickling him into surrender.