My dad pulled over to the side of the road. I looked over at the instrument panel. Was something wrong? Did he run out of gas? Did we have a flat tire? Why were we stopping? Before I could ask any questions, my dad had already jumped out of the driver's seat and was walking... Continue Reading →
An antique in a fast-paced Ikea world
I looked up from my desk and my math homework. My father had called from our kitchen and asked me to help him carry something to the basement. I was annoyed, but it wasn't like I was making any progress completing my homework. I had been staring at the same calculus problem for the past... Continue Reading →

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