Well, we all had to do it. Write our autobiographies, that is. And this is mine. I dug way back in my memory and came up with lots of stories. There was the fateful time in kindergarden when I didn't know whom to invite to our Mother's Day tea party. There was the time I desperately wanted glasses, and of course there were the adventures with my friends Kristy and Claudia. But mostly I remember my father, because he's always been there for me. Always and forever.
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Well done, Jeanne!
The milestones you elected to scribe exemplify a catalogue of the mirthful and toilsome empiricisms in your existence. You have an endowment for scribing with impetuous rectitude and palpability. Your forbear has done an excellent vocation of rearing you. But he has a special spawn to tend. Fortunate pair.
P.S. We loved this one