Welcome Home: “Last Roll Call” Excerpt

39:  Welcome Home

Through the front window, I saw my dad jump up off the steps of the crab house and run toward the bus. When the bus stopped and I stepped out, my dad had almost reached me. He was running from the crab house hollering, “Kenneth’s home! Kenneth’s home!” When my dad grabbed me, I could feel his body shake with relief. I remember the smell of cooking crabs on his skin and clothes; for once, I rejoiced in that smell. When he finally let me go and I could look at his face, tears were in his eyes – he looked older.

Last Roll Call written by Kenneth Goodwin and Wanda Tucker Goodwin

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