“Little Crow is a small crow that lives with his Grandmother. He has a cousin, Jake, that likes to tease him. His grandmother protects him from Jake. He lives in the Canadian prairies.,” said Grandmother, seeing that he was sad. “What is wrong?”
“Today is Father’s Day,” said Little Crow, with tears in his eyes. “I am sad because I don’t have a father and I wish I did.”
“Oh Little Crow,” said Grandmother, hugging her grandson. “I am so sorry. I need to tell you something. It is about your father. I think the time has come for you to learn the truth.”
“You know who my father is?” asked Little Crow.
“Yes,” said Grandmother. “I do know him and actually so do you.”
“I’m confused,” said Little Crow.
“Just after your mother met your father,” explained Grandmother. “Your father was hurt. This was right after your mother left. Your father knew he would never be able to properly care for you by himself so he brought you here so I could take care of you.”
“Wait a minute,” said Little Crow. “The only crow I know of that is hurt is Joe Crow, our dear family friend. Are you saying that Joe Crow is my father?”
“Yes,” said Grandmother. “Joe is your father.”
“Why didn’t anyone say anything?” asked Little Crow. “Everything makes total sense now. I often wondered why Joe was so interested in talking to me and not Jake. He would ask me question after question whenever Jake and I would visit him. He hardly ever spoke to Jake.”
“I guess Joe wanted to make sure you were okay,” said Grandmother. “He does love you very much.”
“I need to see him,” said Little Crow. “I have so many questions. I want to wish him Happy Father’s Day. I want to tell him I understand why he did what he did but, he didn’t have to keep it a secret that he is my father. I don’t care that he was hurt. We could still have been a family. I could have helped him.”
“I know you are excited,” said Grandmother. “However, be careful. Joe didn’t want you to know.”
Little Crow flew to Joe Crow’s tree. He saw him sitting on a branch, exercising his wings.
“Happy Father’s Day,” said Little Crow.
Joe Crow just sat in the tree and stared straight ahead.
“Why didn’t you tell me yourself?” asked Little Crow.
I was ashamed because I was hurt,” said Joe. “I knew I could never take care of you properly.”
“Being hurt is not something to be ashamed of,” said Little Crow. “We still could have been a family.”
“I would never have been able to do things that other fathers could do with you,” said Joe.
“So instead you decided that I grow up without a father,” said Little Crow, angrily. “That was so unfair.”
“Maybe I didn’t handle it right,” said Joe. “But I did what I thought was right at the time.”
“Were you ever going to tell me?” asked Lil’ Crow.
“Eventually,” said Joe.
“I think of all the time we have lost,” said Little Crow. “Time we will never get back.”
“I think about that lot,” said Joe. “I hope someday you will understand why I did what I did.”
“I do understand,” said Little Crow. “I don’t agree with what you did though.”
“That is okay,” said Joe. “I don’t expect you to agree.”
“We have lost so much time,” said Little Crow. “I say let’s make the most of the time we do have left.”
“I agree,” said Joe.
Little Crow and Joe did eventually get to know each other as father and son and from that day on, they tried to make up for lost time.
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