ADVERTISEMENT
And on his arm, he had Claire.
If you live in the U.S. and ever turn on the TV before work, you’d recognize her.
She’s always talking about “family values” and “being present” while some sponsor logo lingers at the bottom of the screen.
Beautiful. Polished. Childless.
Until she suddenly had Andrea.
Andrea is our daughter.
Twelve. Quiet. Hoodie girl.
Sketchbook girl. She notices everything and says very little. She still watches cartoons when she thinks I’m not paying attention.
Continue reading…
ADVERTISEMENT