Every year, it's the same thing when Father's Day rolls around. The first thought in my head comes from the 1982 movie, "Creepshow" and it's just like the quote: "It's Father's Day! Where's my cake?"
And every year, I wait. And I wait. And I wait some more, for at least one of my sons to wish me a happy Father's Day. I don't really want a cake or a gift of any kind. I just want to hear the words. Last year, my older son was more than a day late. My younger son, even though he lives with me, was a day late. This year, I haven't heard from my older son and my younger son only said it when he saw some search results on my screen that included "Father's Day".
Why is that they ALWAYS remember Mother's Day, but always forget about Father's Day until someone or something reminds them of it? Don't get me wrong. I'm not jealous of their mother. Wait. Yes, I am. I'm extremely jealous.
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