Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on June 16, 2015 by Jan Wilberg
While my Dad chalked his cue, I’d rack up the balls, arranging rearranging in the triangle all the balls as if eventually I’d get it right, the perfect mosaic, so he’d nod and break the rack, and see me as a player.
Category: Mostly True Family StoriesTags: 42-word story, father, father's approval, Gargleblaster, playing pool, Yeah Write
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