My Girl

The day I was born, my father didn't speak.  He sang. They wrapped me in a bundle and put me in his arms; the youngest, the first and only girl.  There's a faded picture of him cradling me, smiling, singing. "I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day.  When it's cold outside, I've got the month... Continue Reading →

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