Dad
I made time to talk with my real dad the other day. He was thrilled that I called him. We decided to meet at the playground, that he used to take me to when I was just a k**. I brought along a picnic basket filled with sandwiches, iced tea, sliced peaches, nectarines, oranges and bing cherries. Along with chips and brownies. I got to the park shortly before my dad did. I had spread the blanket on the ground under a huge oak tree. I had poured me a glass of tea and waited for him to show. ...