I came back to a disjointed family. It feels like my own fault for never seeing any cracks in my family’s relationship. As a child, my parents tried so hard to shelter me from their inter-personal problems. I remember having so many McDonald’s Happy Meal toys. Why? Because my dad was a fast food worker … Continue reading I came back to a disjointed family.
I remember once in the fourth grade (that was eight years ago, wow) my teacher Mrs. Scott had handed our class back some random papers. The papers we had written were cute, petite essays about (I think) our families and why we should love our relatives. The essays might have been about the Fourth of July. (The Fourth of July … Continue reading I Used To Be a Fourth Grade Genius