Why Are We Here?

Hugh stood in front of his children. They looked up at him.

“Daddy, did we do wrong?” little Cyndi said.

“No, sweetie, you didn’t do wrong.”

“Then why are we all sitting here?”

Because, Hugh thought to himself, I want you to keep not doing wrong. I want you to grow up to be good people. I want to make sure you don’t end up as crazed psychopaths trying to murder everything in sight. I want kindness, and greatness, and beauty throughout your lives.

“Because it’s dinner time,” Hugh said with a smile, and set a plate in front of each of his kids.


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