Reunion

You sit kicking your feet into the floor as the soft cushion of the booth massaged your cheeks. Sitting at an oversized, bare table alone looks pathetic to the average onlooker, laughing with friends or watching the football game. You are alone by choice, but you are really here to see him. It's been awhile and your heart feels a little empty where he usually would be but wouldn't know it. He comes to your table with a smile that you've never seen before. He's unrecognizable to your spirit, but his skinny, tall frame awaken your eyes. "You're glowing," you admit. "Fatherhood," he says. "Girl, give me a hug," he orders. You hesitate to wiggle from the booth but you obey watching your head stops at his chest. You don't do this often with people, the hug thing, but this feels right. "Want to see your nephew?," he asks. "Of course."