One day with my son
By Ella Rose Felton
I could go back in time, I would go back to the year 1995 to
spend a day with my son, Anthony Lenell Felton. Anthony was killed
in our front yard that year by a stray gunshot. The reason why
I would like to visit with Anthony that day is to tell him I
love him. I envision that what we would do that day is visit
a gym for boxing, go to a McDonald's for lunch, and spend time
Boxing was one of Anthony's favorite pastimes. Even at eight
years of age, Anthony had already won nine trophies. He boxed
at parks, schools, practice gyms-in fact, any place that his
coach could find. Therefore, we would find a gym so Anthony could
box, and I could watch.
At midday, Anthony would probably want to go to a McDonalds for
lunch. We would do so for two reasons. First, Anthony loved double
cheeseburgers there. He also loved to jump in the balls, slip
down the slide, and ride on the horses. In addition, I would
enjoy watching Anthony play, and I could take photographs of
him and the other children and McDonalds' playground.
I imagine that Anthony and I would have lots of conversations
during the day. Since Anthony spent much of his brief time on
earth in school, we would talk about how he was doing in class.
I would compliment him again on the good grades he always got.
I would encourage him about how to interact with girls since
he needed to learn that girls might need different treatment
than boys. Finally, Anthony and I would discuss what he wanted
to do when he got older.
All in all, my day with my son would be the greatest pleasure
imaginable to me. Because of no fault of his own, Anthony did
not get to grow up nor I to be with him through the years. Obviously
I deeply wish I could see him just this one more time.