Father’s Day 2015
Father’s Day, 2015. I expect gifts. I expect a homemade card with a crudely drawn heart on it, a tall figure drawn in crayon holding the hand of a significantly shorter figure, the taller figure will likely be holding a tiny figure, all of them decorated with huge garish smiles. I will love these gifts, I’ll treasure them. I quietly and proudly celebrate the fact that my daughter draws pictures of her family with smiles. Maybe I’m not completely screwing…