February 07, 2019
January 17, 2018
My dad would stand next to the bed and nudge the mattress with his knees, droning, “Get up…get up…get up…” Somehow the joggling was worse than being hauled bodily from the blankets. You leapt out of bed just to get him to stop.
My dad would stand next to the bed and nudge the mattress with his knees, droning, “Get up…get up…get up…” Somehow the joggling was worse than being hauled bodily from the blankets. You leapt out of bed just to get him to stop.