Sins of the Father – con’t

The wad of money bulged in my pocket. It was a modest sum, but in this time, it was a fortune. I knew it wouldn't last long, but at least it would help carry them through the years my father would be away at war. Between my contribution and my father's regular installments from Europe's … Continue reading Sins of the Father – con’t

Chapter 1 – Sins of the Father

It was a scene I had only imagined as a child. My grandmother's house bustling with people, the smell of freshly percolated coffee piping from her stove-top, the aroma filling the tiny apartment. How this space held her, her husband, and their dozen children, I couldn't comprehend. My childhood had been the complete opposite - … Continue reading Chapter 1 – Sins of the Father