My Weird, Strict Dad: Navigating the Unconventional and the Unwavering
The Tangled Internet of “Bizarre” and the Unbending Nature of “Strict” “Bizarre” Outlined The clanging of the steel gate, the one my dad meticulously painted himself with a rusty pink hue, all the time meant one factor: it was time to return inside. Whatever the hour, no matter who I used to be with, the…