My dad made me do it
My dad made me do it. My mom had moved across the country and I was to write a letter to her each Sunday. At six years old with bright, masterfully sharpened yellow #2 pencils and lined notebook paper ripped from the…
My dad made me do it. My mom had moved across the country and I was to write a letter to her each Sunday. At six years old with bright, masterfully sharpened yellow #2 pencils and lined notebook paper ripped from the…
My house is filled with primarily two things; art and books. If you ranked the order by count, it might be books and art but that’s a close call. Since I was 5 my dad made me read for 30…