“Wait “

I yelled, I waited on the front porch of my home. While watching victor go inside his pick up, I wanted to
ask him one last favor. Before I could spit out the words, I felt a lump in my throat, I sat down on the
wooden steps barefooted in the brown dirt. I held my hand and closed my eyes.

“ Hey are you alright ? “Victor asked

I stared at victor blue jeans as they turned into a dark brown color. I closed my eyes once again.

“Yeah .. I um ... wanted to tell you one last story for the road “I sighed while feeling my brown eyes
swell.

Victor grins “Sure thing pale “

“There was thing young Indian boy at the firework show with his tall Indian father, the boy looked up at
his father tearing up. The boy tugged on his dad asked “What's wrong daddy? “ his father kneeled in
front of his son and kissed his caramel forehead and said “ one day you will understand that even
though me and your mother struggle from the bottom of my feet , we teach you to be a brave man to
fight through any struggle you may face one day , because the love we have for you is scary and maybe
you will understand, maybe it will hurt you one day, but I want you to know that don’t ever let pain stop
you from being a brave young Indian warrior.”

I exhale deeply and watched victor walk away towards his truck, I ran up to him and pulled his blue
cotton shirt towards me and whispered “you’re the warrior in the story, I know it hurts but you are the
warrior that your dad still wants you to be “

“I will see you soon “Victor said while closing the front door

“Victor ... just one when I tell a story again somewhere, come by and listen for the road, for a good night
rest or even to lay on the brown ground like we use to as kids, I understand we may not haven't been as
close as before; therefore, I want to remain close again.

“Just once? “Victor asked while tapping his unpolished fingernail on the window

“Just once my friend, everyone needs a story through the good, the bad and even through silence “

Victor started his engine, before leaving his started to waves his hands to let me know it was a done
deal. It was a fair trade and that was all Victor and I needed from a tragedy like this. When I went inside
my home, I saw a note on my front door that reads “tell me another story “The way it’s written so big
and messy I knew it was from Victor. I closed my eyes, I felt the wind hit my freckle caramel cheek, I
began to daydream stories once again. I watched the sky change colors I knew it was a new beginning
for Victor and I.