The Goldsmith and the Stone Pg. 23

After a restless sleep Goldsmith woke to find the morning light barely reaching his lonely window. The wood heat was out and the room felt cold. The previous night had awoken some of his own pent up feelings. He thought of his father. Not someone he admired, well, if it hadn’t been for his grandfather…
He pulled the covers over the bed and moved quickly to make a much needed fire. Soon the coffee was bubbling on top the stove but he couldn’t relieve himself of the haunting memories.
Sipping his morning coffee he thought he would skip Mammie’s today. He pondered his thoughts. “His own father, such a weak man,” he thought to himself. “Not much good for anything.”
Goldsmith’s father had the good fortune of inheriting grandfather’s hard work. He, a wealthy man had enjoyed all the pleasures he chose too. Never having to work a day in his life, he did just that. Travelling, parties, women. It was all part of the legacy he left behind. Goldsmith had never felt a warmth for his father as he was absent much of the time. He watched his parents cool relationship. Mother only stayed for the money. The death of his deceased father had sparked all of his recent exploration. If it wasn’t for Grandfather…
Goldsmith finished his coffee, an empty feeling penetrating the room. He knew he didn’t want to be his father. “What kind of legacy is that?” He thought to himself.
In a moment of grace the sun broke through as it laid a warm glow across the room, reminding him of the new day ahead.
Goldsmith quickly dressed and headed out the door.
“Where ya been, Goldsmith?” Black Jack announced as a group of fellows waited to head out to the mine. “The cat’s already ahead of us and we has a big day ahead!”
Goldsmith nodded almost in relief and followed the group to a new day and the discoveries ahead.