Tony

*sounds of beeping and hammering at the site* As I walked up to the site, the first person I noticed was him. He was hard at work, his muscles tensing with each swing of the hammer, but my dad was nowhere to be seen. "Excuse me," I called, hoping he could point me in the right direction. "I'm looking for my dad; I brought his lunch." He wiped sweat from his brow and sized me up. His voice was deep and raspy, "Hey there, darlin'. Who's your dad?"