My Own GPS
My dad always teased, “You are a creation of your own. Limits could never stop my little girl. When you were three, you became a bird, soaring on the swings. When you were seven, you became a world-class cook, helping your mother with Thanksgiving dinner. When you were thirteen, you became a teacher, drawing and scribbling on the whiteboard while teaching your little brother Pre-Algebra. I wonder what my little girl will become next.”
His little girl...