Every morning for as long...
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Every morning for as long as he could remember, 10-year-old James had watched his father get ready to go to work at the lumber mill. He would pull on his twill shirt, buckle up his overalls, and lace up his boots. Mom would pack a sandwich, some cookies, and a piece of fruit in his lunchbox and off Dad would go. James always felt a little sad because he knew he wouldn't see his father again until late that night when he came home with a slump in his shoulders, tired and covered with sawdust.
One morning James stood by the door holding his dad's hat and asked, "Why do you work so hard, Dad? Why can't you get a job where you can be home before supper?"
A smile crept across James' dad's face as he laid a hand on his son's head. "I work hard so you don't have to, son. I want you to be able to go to college and do whatever you want with your life. I do it all for you."
One morning James stood by the door holding his dad's hat and asked, "Why do you work so hard, Dad? Why can't you get a job where you can be home before supper?"
A smile crept across James' dad's face as he laid a hand on his son's head. "I work hard so you don't have to, son. I want you to be able to go to college and do whatever you want with your life. I do it all for you."
