“Dad laughs. “You want to take a break? Go play with them?” The problem is I’m sixteen, almost seventeen, and I don’t want to play with them as much as I want to want to play with them. Maybe this… — Hannah Moskowitz Copy Share Image
“You were worried about me?” “Of course I was, buddy. I would never have forgiven myself if something had happened. You didn’t think I’d be worried about you?” “No. I didn’t think you cared.” Dad looks sad. And surprised. I’m… — Stacy Kramer Copy Share Image
