A lot has happened in the first 8 days of my  April Writing Odyssey. My reseach was going great. I needed more books, so I needed a mailbox.
My only requirement for it was a flamingo flag. I was pleased that such a thing existed. My family helped me attach it securely to the uninteresting flag it came with and put it up in line with all the other mailboxes for the neighborhood.

Why a flamingo? Because of Daddy of course. While he was dying, he said if there were jobs in heaven, he would like to help the birds. He paused. We were expecting him to say helping the bluebirds. Instead he said, “Maybe the flamingos. I think they may need help.”

I thought his dream house needed a Flamingo Flag.

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