I have always been fond of grandpa's old pickup truck, Daisy May. It has been parked in my folks' backyard since my grandpa died fifteen years ago.
When I ask my mom why she keeps that old truck in her backyard she tells me because it reminds her of her father and it makes her feel like he is still close to her heart.
My grandpa was an immigrant from the old country and he brought his family to America for a better life. He came to the new country with $50 in his pocket. And, he worked hard at minimum wage jobs until he could buy a business of his own.
My grandpa didn't become a rich man in wealth but he did become a rich man in the way he raised his family and became a leader in our little community.
I'm glad that my grandpa's pickup remains in my folks backyard because it makes me feel close to him too.
Thank you Mike Vore for our photo prompt this week!
This is my 163 word submission for the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. We are given a photo prompt and approximately 75-175 words with which we create our stories. It's fun and everyone is invited to participate. For more information, click HERE.
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