i remember when i was in kindergarten, i was telling my dad how my best friend and i played tug a war with her dad. we were on the way to school, and i was almost skipping with how much i enjoyed talking about it.
"he's one of those cool dads," i recounted before realizing that might hurt his feelings. you're a cool, dad, too, dad! I wanted to say it, but it didn't sound like something i would say. and it wasn't something that i thought was true. so i didn't.
i craned my neck, trying to gauge his reaction. he stared straight ahead.
"oh, yeah?"
oh, yeah? that's what he always said when he was pretending to pay attention to what i was saying. at 5, i was already used to it, but i still felt a pang in my stomach. i was worrying over nothing.
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PoetryThis is a collection of some of my old poems, short stories, and other writing that I created a few years ago, while I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I wanted to publish it back then, but this is the best that I can do for now. E...
