This is how I remember my father growing up. Always outside in his garden, burning something; sticks, trash, cardboard boxes, (etc.) Whenever I wanted something from him, I would usually wait until he went to his garden to ask. My odds of getting what I wanted shot up dramatically. He is always in a better mood in his garden, away from the rest of the world.
This is how I remember my father growing up. Always outside in his garden, burning something; sticks, trash, cardboard boxes, (etc.) Whenever I wanted something from him, I would usually wait until he went to his garden to ask. My odds of getting what I wanted shot up dramatically. He is always in a better mood in his garden, away from the rest of the world.
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