After a chance encounter with a Black Panther, my father embarked on the adventure of his life—an adventure that led him as if by fate to my mother.
The self-proclaimed "original helicopter dad" went to great heights to help his son get rid of his loose tooth.
There's going to be a lot of shit and piss.
At least your dad never threatened to feed you to the crocodiles.
Since my dad's death four years ago, I've grappled with pain of losing him and reliving the trauma of what happened during his murderer's trial.
I fell in love with a man 20 years my senior. Then, I became his "son."
Most importantly, we learned that calling someone "Daddy" in the bedroom is absolutely fine.