My Dad Charged Me $25O a Month From the Day I Turned 18 Five Years Later, After His Funeral, His Best Friend Gave Me a Box Dad Had Hidden

Before Mom died, our house was never quiet.

Dad played guitar almost every evening, usually sitting on the living room couch while Mom sang along from the kitchen. Sometimes she’d grab a wooden spoon and use it as a microphone, making me laugh so hard I couldn’t remember the words.