Mitten According To Mr. Kinder PART THREE | short story by Laveda D. Rockford

 

Mitten According To Mr. Kinder PART THREE:

Short story by Laveda D. Rockford

 

Mr. Kinder watched them through his upstairs bedroom window. A smile, a laugh, and even a tear slipped from his eye watching this little boy with his mother enjoying the sunny late afternoon. Laughter when clods of earth flew once freed from the lawn to hit Mitt’s mother on the top of her head bouncing off and rolling to hide among the grass mounds around her. A tear slipped from his eye when Mitt’s mother decided to join him instead of the scolding that Mr. Kinder was sure to come.

 

Mr. Kinder decided to ask them over for dinner, thinking that Mitt’s mother had not had time to make it.

 

They arrived for dinner and Mitt told Mr. Kinder about his own story of finding treasure. Someone had lost a bottle cap from a soda. What a treasure it was for Mitt to have found the pop-bottle-cap.

 

It was a wonderful first meeting between Mr. Kinder and Mitt’s mother. Mr. Kinder started inviting them over more often. Then a few months later, Mr. Kinder asked Mitt if he could have a man-to-man talk with him. Mitt, with a questionable look, said, “Yes.”

 

He reached for Mitt’s hand and held it when they walked out of the room they were sitting in and when they were far enough away, Mr. Kinder stopped, knelt down, and looked at Mitt, eye to eye, making sure that he had his attention.

 

“Mitt, since you are the man of your mother’s house, I thought it would be best to talk to you about this first,” Mr. Kinder paused for a moment, then added, “Well, I want you and your mother to come and live with me.”

 

Mitt looked at him with a shocked look in his eyes. Mr. Kinder immediately said, “I want to marry your mother and I’m asking if that would be okay with you.”

 

Mitt smiled and said, “Yes. Would that mean that you would be my dad?”

 

“Well. If that’s the way you see it. I guess it would. Would you be okay with that,” asked Mr. Kinder.

 

“That would be cool,” answered Mitt.

 

Then Mr. Kinder showed him a ring in a little, fuzzy box. Mitt had never seen a treasure like that before. Something original, something rare, something Mr. Kinder had found on one of his adventures and kept it for an occasion that seemed to never arrive until now. Mr. Kinder looked at it remembering how he had purchased it and thought, one day it will be on the hand of the woman that I love. Smiling they walked back into the room where Mitt’s mother was sitting. And very soon the three of them started their next adventure together.

 

THE END

 

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Laveda D. Rockford