When the Sun Wakes Up
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The year after my first marriage dissolved, I spent two weeks at Mom and Dad’s place in Lake Park, Florida with my daughter, Dawn. She was 4 years old.

Dad’s favorite food was catfish. We went to Okeechobee inland in the center of the state one day to one of the roadside restaurants that served them the way he liked them.

Towards the end of the day we started the hour-long drive back to the coast. The sun was beginning to set.

Dawn, looking at the sun as it slowly started to drop over the horizon, turned to me.

“Daddy, where does the sun go at night?”

I asked her if the sun made her feel good. When she said it did, I told her that every night while we slept the sun would go around to the other side of the world to make the people there feel good, too. I explained that when we woke up the next morning, the sun would come back to make us feel good again.

Shortly after daybreak the following morning, I felt a presence above my face. I opened my eyes and saw this small cherub face with a Cheshire grin beaming from ear to ear.

“Daddy,” she said gleefully, “the sun’s awake!”


Florida Sunrise

 


Dawn age 3