Once an old man who lives alone decided to plant his tomatoes for the season. However, with his only son in prison and miles away, the task proved too difficult for him alone.
In the end, the elderly farmer resolved to put a message through to his imprisoned son, against his better judgment since he ran out of ideas. He wrote:
“Dear Vincent, I am feeling very sad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I am just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot.
I know if you were here, my troubles would be over. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me like in the old days. Love, Papa.”
Just days after sending out the letter to his son in jail, the old man received a reply from him, which read:
“Dear papa. Don’t dig up that garden. That’s where the bodies are buried. Love, Vinnie.”
The old man received the letter in good fate. However, before the break of dawn the next day, his house flooded over with FBI agents and local police officials armed with digging equipment.
Without questions, they dug up the entire soil in the old man’s gardens searching every inch of it. When they found no bodies, they apologized to him and left.
Shortly after, another letter arrived from the imprisoned young man, which read:
“Dear papa. Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.”
An Old Man Asks His Wife A Pressing Question
While celebrating their 75th wedding anniversary, an old man kept pondering about one question that had bothered him in the last decades.
Finally, he mustered the courage and leaned towards his wife, whispering in her ear:
“Dear, there is something that I must ask you. It has always bothered me that our 10th child never quite looked like the rest of our children.”
With his voice quivering, the man went on to reassure his wife that their seventy-five years together had been his best, and no reply she gave him could take that away. He then asked”
“Did he have a different father?”
The wife, who was already uncomfortable, dropped her head, unable to look her husband in the face. Like a piercing dagger, her reply came with a mellow voice:
“Yes. Yes he did.”
Visibly shaken, the old man took some minutes to digest the shocking reality thrown at him. After a while, the man stared at his wife resolutely. With tears flowing down his eyes, he asked again:
“Who? Who was he? Who was the father?”
This time, the woman began quivering, with guilt evident in her eyes as she tried figuring out how to admit the truth to her husband. Finally, she said: