I Made My Father Cry
The Power Of Words
I remember as a young child writing in my diary. Usually they were full of angst or pure love that I held for a boy in my class. But what I remember the most about that diary was the day I left it out after having a fight with my mom and she read what I wrote.
I had left my room where I was grounded to, and snuck off into the bathroom. Not that I needed to go, but just…