Author's note: This is my first fic in English so be patient with me, please. I do not own the characters of Stargate SG1 and the song is from Reba McEntire from her album Room to Breathe, so I do not own the song either. Please review!
He gets that from me
Sam was washing the dishes. The radio was playing in background. It was not the first time she'd heard it, but on this day she paid more attention to the lyrics.
His early mornin' attitude
You have to drag him out of bed
Only Frosted Flakes will do
He gets that from me
Yeah' he gets that from me
His curly hair and his knobby knees
The way the sun brings those freckles out
Talk and talk, never miss a beat
Yeah, he gets that from me
He gets that from me
He looks at me with his big brown
He's got me in the palm of his hands
And I swear sometimes
It's just like you were here again
He smiles that little crooked smile
There's no denying he's your child
Without him I don't know what I'd do
He gets that from you
Oh, he gets that from you
How he loves your old guitar
Yeah, he's taught himself to play
He melts my heart
Tells me he loves me every day
And cracks a joke at the perfect time
Makes me laugh when I want to cry
That boy is everything to me
He gets that from you
He gets that from you
Last night I heard him pray
Lord, help me and Mama make it through
And tell Daddy we'll be okay
He said he sure misses you
He sure misses you
He really misses you
He gets that from me
Tears were filling her eyes. This song was her story. Since her husband had been declared missing in action five years ago, she had been living alone with their eight year old son. Before she started sobbing, a voice came from the living room; "Mom? I got a problem with one of your doohickies!"
On her way to the living room to fix the "doohickey", someone knocked at the dor. She called; " I'll get it!" She opened the door and almost passed out. The man in front of her smiled and said: "Lucy, I'm home!"