After Being Laid Off :: N2W 220407

“Oh Papa, what am I going to do? The lighthouse is still there on its island but my job as its keeper is gone – my perfect job.”

“Here, give us a hug sweetheart. It saddens me too. Your mother, God rest her soul, and I go back to the wickie days before electricity at the lighthouse changed everything. We were so young and had the island to ourselves, keeping the oil lamp wicks trimmed and light bright. We built our lives around that old lighthouse.”

“And I only got three years. I miss it already . . .”