I signed up for an Expressive Writing course at George Brown. Our first assignment is to write a short story about one of our childhood memories. I wrote about my Dad.
MY DAD
It was summer of 1984. Mom went to visit sister in Hong Kong for a month, leaving my Dad the responsibility of taking care of me. Dad wasn’t the best cook. I am an
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I enjoyed reading this, especially the last part where you yelled "Fried chicken!" (I busted out laughing) This made me nostalgic for memories of me and my own father.
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