Ethan Showler

All That Glitters

January 5 2021 My hair is like the sun. That’s what Dad always tells me. “Like the sun on a wheat field. Warm and bright. Just like you Sammie.” He’s the only one I let call me Sammie. I pretend to be embarrassed but it makes me happy when he says it. Then he rubs my head to mess up my hair and pretends he burns his fingers and makes a big deal of blowing on them. I roll my eyes but he laughs at his own jokes all the time anyway, eyes scrunched up with a big crooked smile, so he’s gonna keep doing it. But I don’t really mind.