Solving the memory problem
“So, how was your day, Tara? Oh, uh, I mean, Tasha.” Ok, so both of our names start with the letter T; but you would think that after twenty-one years as his daughter, my father would be able to distinguish me from my brown-haired sister—you know, the girl who popped out roughly two and a half years before I did. In a sarcastic tone I … Continue reading Solving the memory problem