Remembering my Lunch

My dad used to make me lunch every day that I needed it. He would ask me in the evening if I needed lunch for the next day, and then he’d wake up early enough to make sure that I had at least a sandwich to take with me. He did that until I was 29 years old.

Now, every time I make my lunch, I think of my dad. I tried to buy him lunch the last time we went out together, but he refused.

I think of my dad every time I make my lunch.
I think of my dad every time I make my lunch.

Pret a Preter | Clothing Library & Styling Service

After finishing the day’s letter writing practice, I decided to check Facebook. So, instead of telling you about how I drew the best “7” that I can remember drawing, or about the details on how I’d like each letter and number to look, I’ll do some unsolicited soliciting. (I don’t do much in the way of solicited soliciting, but I’m willing to change.) Continue reading “Pret a Preter | Clothing Library & Styling Service”