I was a Tami. A Tami with a Serene tucked carefully just below the surface. Hiding. Waiting to come out.
I’ve summoned my skeletons, and they’ve appeared. …But the rest is up to me. I have to enter the fray. Fuuuuck. I was Dad’s signature. Always. In the end I was technically his signature. The signer on all his accounts. Because I took care of him. When he wanted to shuffle cash from one card…
Source: Dad – Artfully Annoying – People Magazine: April 5, 1976
♥ always ♥ ♥ always ♥