Wow — this fiction reads so real. Your writing is not unlike the skilled oil painter, whose works can be mistaken for photographs. Unlike some of your readers, who have suffered loss, I have the great fortune that my father is still alive; from a rocky start, he has become one of my best friends. Your story fills me with pause & gratitude for my father, my dysfunctional upbringing & the dysfunctional parenting I lovingly bestow upon my children. Thank you for sharing your pixel perfect gift.