I was nine when I first thought my dad wished I wasn’t his son. It was the end of the summer break in 2003. I was chilling at my boxy, white Ikea desk, etching bubble- lettered maxims onto my school folders, when I heard him...
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Tough Love: How My Dad Taught Me To Be The Strongest Pile of Sticks
Tough Love: How My Dad Taught Me To Be The Strongest Pile of Sticks
"The beauty in all of this? I love him more than I ever have."