Tell My Son To Hold Unto His Gun

ve. I clung to these memories like life lines, finding comfort in the knowledge that my father's spirit would forever be with him and the words he left with Tell my son to good unto his gun stayed wi

he will always be a role model to all In the years that followed, kwame became a beloved figure in the town, known for his unwavering kindness and willingness to lend a hand. I never forgot the pain of losing his father, but I channeled that pain into a force for good. One warm summer evening, a couple of years after my triumphant win above the human like monster who had terrorized my villagers and the creatures im the thick forest and the heroic death of my father as the sun began to set behind the rolling hills, I found myself sitting on a bench in the neighboring town's town square. The air was filled with a gentle breeze, carrying the sweet scent of blooming flowers. As I looked around, I noticed couples strolling hand in hand. Lost in my thoughts, I couldn't help but feel a pang of loneliness. I longed for the companionship I had once shared with father, the laughter and stories we had exchanged. It was in this moment of longing that I noticed a familiar face approaching. It was Abena, a childhood friend whom I hadn't seen in 10 years a full decade. Her warm smile and kind eyes instantly brought comfort to my heart. She sat down beside me, I use meet her when I would accompany my father on