I started scrubbing my bathtub when I was only eight years old.
My hands got wrinkly, as you’d expect.
Presently, I noticed my beard.
It was long and grey; I had to hold it up out of the way so I could spray the surround
On the tub I had been cleaning for so long…
A child I did not know walked into the room.
I was sure I had never seen him, but there was something familiar about his eyes…
He spoke: “What are you doing, Grandpa?”
And I wondered if it had all been worth it.
-Brandon J. Kohler