Growing up, my father was my favorite person in the world. He was funny, full of life, and always around when I needed him.
At least, that’s what I believed.
You see, my mom was always the villain, but my dad… Well, my dad was the one who took me hunting, who did silly dances and listened to crazy music and got me a karaoke machine for Christmas because I wanted to be a singer. There’s one…
