The man you call dad, is not your father.
There. I said it.
And one day, I’m going to have to say it out loud, because one day you are going to come to me and you are going to ask. 674 more words
They say it takes a village to raise a child. But who really has a village these days? The closest that most of us middle-class-developed-country-dwelling people have is a small tribe of meddlesome relatives whose offers to babysit come with huge emotional price tags. 623 more words
Finally. I didn’t think this day would come… And you might not think much of it, but it meant so much for me. Let me start off saying these last few months have been rough for you because you’re an eight year old who doesn’t listen to instructions and who is extremely, EXTREMELY, lazy. 460 more words