A Day With Dad And Uncle Tom By Sheila Robins 11yo 63 ✪ [ OFFICIAL ]

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Suddenly, Uncle Tom’s line went taut. "I got a monster!" he shouted, his boots slipping in the mud as he reeled it in. Dad and I ran over to watch the battle. When Uncle Tom finally pulled the fish out of the water, it was just a tiny bluegill, no bigger than his hand. Dad laughed so hard he nearly fell over, pointing at the "monster" fish. Uncle Tom just grinned, kissed the fish on its head for good luck, and tossed it back into the water.

: Uncle Tom introduced me to the various animals on the farm, including cows, pigs, and sheep. a day with dad and uncle tom by sheila robins 11yo 63

Sitting on the porch steps later that evening, eating ice cream straight from the carton, I looked at Dad and Uncle Tom. They were leaning against the truck, still talking, their shoulders relaxed. I realized how lucky I am to have them. A day with Dad and Uncle Tom isn't just about fishing or fixing old bikes. It is about the loud laughs, the quiet talks by the lake, and knowing that I am surrounded by the best team a girl could ever ask for.

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Dad showed me how to hook the worm properly, even though I shivered a little bit when it wiggled. Uncle Tom found a spot further down the bank and claimed he would catch the biggest fish of the day before noon. For a long time, it was quiet. We just sat on our plastic buckets, watching the red and white bobbers float on the water. Dad put his arm around my shoulder and told me how proud he was of my straight A's on my last report card. It made me feel incredibly warm inside. Can’t copy the link right now

P.S. The “63” in the title was a typo. I’m not 63. That would be really old.

It's funny, because as an 11-year-old, I didn't think much about the bigger picture. I was just enjoying the moment, and the company of the people I loved. But as I've grown older, I've come to appreciate just how precious that day was.