Jack
Jack
I hear my name being called by different voices all around me. One sounds like Priscilla. One sounds like my mother. Others sound like various males.
Jack
“Jack,” A voice says that sounds right next to me. “Wake up, Jack,” The voice says, and I feel something nudging my shoulder.
I open my eyes, and a blurry face looks down at me. “Huh?” I mutter.
Jack
“Get up, son,” the familiar voice says to me.
My vision clears up and I am shocked at who is staring down at me. “Dad?” I whisper.
“It’s me, boy,” He smiles, and a flood of long-lost memories return to me. The time before he died is right there in front of me. Me playing behind the packhouse that my forefathers had built. “It’s time to get up, son.” He holds his gnarled hand down to me. I stare at it as I remember.
“Dad?”
