As a kid, I didn’t enjoy the end of August. I was coming back to my town from my beautiful village.
A Childhood Lost, a Father Found: My Journey of Healing
My world was filled with the smell of sawdust from Dad's workshop, the feeling of his strong hands…
I grew up in a place at a time when and where Disneyland did not exist. But there was an amusement park. My parents were indulgent people…