The Fathers

I’ve set the time. Just bring one thing back, just one iota of proof. That’s all I need.
I’ve set the place, just needs a little refinement.
I’ve set the carrier wave to bring me home.
I open the box.
“Mom, where’s Daddy gone?” says Sam. Didn’t it work?
“I don’t know. That’s strange.” Can’t they see?
“I’m here,” I try to shout with my silent voice, plastic face all frozen and still. I’m here beside the manger with ragged robes and a box in my hand—a cross between a shepherd and a king. And there’s no going back.

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