There I was, sitting in the dining room I converted into my office. I was writing. I was thinking. Thinking about all the mistakes I made as a kid. All the mistakes I’ve made as an adult. All the mistakes I’ve made as a parent. I began thinking about my father. All the trouble I gave him. The attitude. The disrespect. I thought about how hard life had b…
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