A Story to Grow Up On
...n my memories. It was mid morning and my parents had just got finished breaking my brother Eric and myself apart from our usual sibling quarrel. My father at the time was changing the exhaust on a Toyota Camry 93’ and let my mother discipline us. Eric and I were forced to clean the entire house supposedly. However, for sometime I could remember that my brother was working on the care with my father and that I was watching TV. Moving past the setting though, my father came into the house and went about his usually ritual. Going over to the kitchen sink, washing his greasy hands, drying them with the dish towel hat would later be used to wipe clean dishes. Getting yelled at by my mother to wash his ha...