It’s All About Me

A few days ago, my dad got mysteriously sick. Like, kid-from-The-Exorcist levels of sick. Luckily, he wasn't possessed by Satan himself, and I'm relatively sure none of the furniture started moving on its own, but it was still a bad scene. Now, my parents' house (the house I grew up in) has exactly 1.3 billion … Continue reading It’s All About Me