🐞MTOABB🐞

"How was the sleepover?" Mom asks, as I enter through the door.

"It was productive, mom." I move to kiss her on the cheek.

"Why don't you get yourself ready for dinner, I'm almost done here," she says, and I nod.

Maybe you've taken note and realised I've yet to talk about my father - and you are right. You should give yourself an applause, I know I would.

Mr. Jenkins - my dad.

He isn't all that bad and maybe that's because he is barely at home.

He visits during the holidays and tries his best to make it for special events like our birthdays. He has a...