Category: Letters to Littlest Isaac


  • Afraid of the Darkness

    Growing up without a father is like music to someone born deaf—you just don’t know what you’re missing. I’m not whining. I had two uncles, a grandpa, and a grand-uncle who did their best to fill the role. And I didn’t even notice what was missing & the look on other people faces with pitifulness…

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