I had the best duck in the pond but he swam away.
My duck had a tough year and I should have worked harder to support him. Instead, I let the pressure of bills and finances get to me and I quacked at him harshly. We all feel some stress from finances these days, but why didn’t I see that what pond we swam in wasn’t as important as that we swam together?
Some lessons get learned too late.
I hope my duck swims home soon so I can pet him and treat him like the special quacking partner he is. If he doesn’t, I’ll have to sharpen my bill so I can take care of any poaching female quackers until he does.
I have to believe he will. Second chances aren’t just for romance novels.