Stephanies Dad Part 1
For as long as I could remember, staying the night at my best friend, Stephanie’s, house, was a normal occurrence. We would switch back and forth between houses, even if it was a school night. Her family had become like my family and my family like hers. We loved this about our lives, it made us feel like sisters, which we had always called ourselves with one another. I will admit though that I preferred to be at her house over my own house any day. “Can I crash at your house this evening?” I...