A Short Memorial Story
A well-crafted story. I remember riding my bike to the cemetery, hearing the echo of taps being played. Years later I found out that was my dad playing taps on reservoir hill. We all have fears to confront are entire life.
A well-crafted story. I remember riding my bike to the cemetery, hearing the echo of taps being played. Years later I found out that was my dad playing taps on reservoir hill. We all have fears to confront are entire life.