"Dad, what did you want to be when you were ten?"
Unmasked: Finding My Real Father (and Myself) with Tara tara and dad unmasked
We’re not done. Tara went back to Portland. I’m still here, learning to ask better questions than "How was your day?" Yesterday, I asked, "What color do you feel like today?" He thought about it for a long time and said, "Grey. But with a little bit of orange." "Dad, what did you want to be when you were ten
Dad was "organizing" (read: rearranging) his tools for the fourth time. Tara walked in, sat on an overturned bucket, and asked a question I’d never heard her ask before. sat on an overturned bucket