Olivia Jackson
Joined June 2018
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My First Memory
Dad was on the other side of the kitchen table with his heart patterned coffee-mug, singing a tune to me that always gave me a rush of laughter. My mind never entirely made connections with the sounds coming from his mouth, and he knew that. But all I knew was that I wanted to hear it until the day came to a shy ending.
By Olivia Jackson6 years ago in Families