I like the way that it’s soft, and warm, and it smells. My Dad doesn’t smell too often. He just yells. “Honey!” he says. “Soup’s ready!” “I hope not!” she yells. “At least I hope you haven’t kept the fire burning!” (He’s really forgetful.) What I can’t forget to mention is they have been through hell, raising a child like me.
I just can’t believe I’ve been so lucky. Even with my speech and all it encompasses, coming toward me, they have never doubted me.
Austin Diamond 