I just need to remember to hurl myself out of this tea before it's the only tea I can imagine ... and before it boils ... soup may be a better metaphor here?
It’s a sad, all too familiar story: harsh, distant, alcoholic father, sensitive, shy daughter always seeking his love and approval. Although there were flashes of kindness, most of my dad’s feelings had been buried long before. Even as...
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