egg

When I was in high school. In my my Home Ec. class. They gave us some eggs to take for a week. They marked them. So we could not just get any egg and trade it in. Being the bad father that I am. I left my egg in my locker all week long. I only took it out for Home Ec. class. I had some fun with the assignment. I would gently move other people's desk with my feet trying to knock down their eggs. I know I am funny. Well I never did break anybodies egg. But my own. I guess my egg sitting in my cold locker all night. Was just too much for the poor egg. All that time alone. Without his daddy broke my egg's heart. Suddenly in the middle of Home Ec. class. My egg just cracked wide open. It hurt me so much I just left the class. I could not even clean up my egg. I just left it there. Finally I cleaned it up. But the experience of bad fatherhood. Has followed me all the way today. No kids. And now you know why. I have not been able to look at an egg. Since that day. I can't eat eggs. When someone eats an egg in front of me. I cry.