|A collection of life's saddest objects, their sad stories, and our reasons for holding onto these sad things.|
Posted On Monday May 1, 2006 By Mike
This is a drawing that I did for a birthday gift that I received when I was 5. I hadn’t seen my father in 2 years, only talked on the phone. I didn’t see him again for 15 more years. My stepmother gave this back to me 35 years after it was drawn and less than a year before she died. At least someone cared.
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