Of Fathers, Watches, and Starbucks

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My dad is what you would call an extrovert. His words weave through conversation like water and that is a quality I do not share with him. We used to be very close unlike my mom and I, but there are many other qualities that I do not share with my dad. To him, because I am a girl, there are things that I simply cannot talk to him about anymore. That is the short story of how I’ve become distant to both of my parents and the only thing that keeps us together are those mandatory phone calls. Continue reading “Of Fathers, Watches, and Starbucks”