LATE NIGHT
The day ended; the work did not.
I have to put in all the hours I can to save this shop.
A family business for generations it has been; I cannot let it go.
The next generation is about to be born here.
The wife is upstairs in bed with her sister attending; doctor is on his way.
It should be me, but the orders awaiting delivery cannot wait, or the business will fail.
A hope was extended with this order of more items of greater value, if this one was delivered on time.
So I gather myself to work even faster, with ears waiting for the first newborn cry.
Then it will be worth it: the sacrifices of my wife and me.
Hours past I longed to be by my wife's side, yet I dared not.
The cry my ears longed to hear burst loudly into life; then came the news.
You have a son; love from your wife.
Two more parcels to go, then I can head upstairs.
With the knowledge the future for a while will be secured, with a new partner, my son, and a substantial customer with new business flowing our way.
This business will not finally close today.
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