Parenting

My Father Shot at My Mother and Me As We Escaped

I was six years old and playing in the backyard when my mother ran in and swooped me off of the ground. She threw me over her shoulder and ran for the gate. My truck fell, and I screamed. Then

Paul and the Broken Bird

Paul couldn’t wait to get home from school. He hated school. Not the learning. He loved watching things blow up in science classes and cutting into frogs. But he hated when the teachers told him how to do his experiments.

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