There’s an orange round thing sitting on the ground
Dad has sharp tools in his hands
A paper with an image on it
I scrunch my eyebrows as I reach
In and scoop out a handful
Of sticky gooey pumpkin guts
I look at my dad
Yucky!!!
We laugh, his eyes crinkle
I open my eyes
A tear slides down my cheek
Dad is asleep on the couch
His designated spot these days
I haven’t seen him laugh like that
Since the last time
We scooped those pumpkin’s guts
Nostalgia
Jocelyn Kronick
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