I'll Try to fly
That’s the sound I imagine occuring when ideas and concepts seem to go over my dad’s head.
That’s the sound I imagine when I talk with my dad about going to see a counselor and he stares at me uncomprehendingly. 448 more words
1 week, 4 days
I rant to my mom about my dad. I rant to my dad about my mom. I rant to my friends about my parents. Then I suddenly shut up and stop talking to everyone. 505 more words
I’m scanning in our family photos so that we all have digital copies of them. It may be my way to cope with the news of the divorce. 276 more words
1 month, 1 week
I am in my early 20s. I attend college part time and work part time. I am the oldest of 3 girls. My sisters and I are close. 308 more words