The Best Feeling in the World
by Courtney Goff
I knew my father had something up his sleeve when he woke me at 5:00 a.m. one Saturday. He yanked the shades on my bedroom window up, flooding the whole space with bright sunlight. I was about to yell at whoever had disturbed my sleep, until I saw the grin on his face.
My father and I have never been especially close. We have just never had much in common, and we are both busy much of the time. He seems to work constantly, and I’m
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