Generations
Generations As I watched my fourteen year old great granddaughter lounging in the sun I couldn’t help but think back to that day I found her grandmother, my daughter, messing around with a man in my bedroom. I was supposed to be at work but had decided it was too nice a day to be at work. So I told John my assistant manager that as company boss I deemed it my responsibility to get as much sunshine as possible to keep me healthy. “Yes sir Mr Thomas,“ He smiled. It’s not like I hadn’t done this before. The business was running well and I really didn’t need to be there all the time anymore. It had taken the death of my beloved wife two years ago to bring that home to me. It had …