My Weird, Strict Dad: Navigating the Unconventional and the Unwavering
The Tangled Web of “Weird” and the Unbending Nature of “Strict” “Weird” Defined The clanging of the metal gate, the one my dad meticulously painted himself with a rusty red hue, always meant one thing: it was time to come inside. Regardless of the hour, regardless of who I was with, the gate’s creak echoed…