Literature
The Day I Lost My Daddy
It was a beautiful day in San Marcos, Texas, where I hoped to be going to college soon. I walked out the door, strategically turning my head with a "thank you" right before the door closed so that the interview panel wouldn't feel obligated to respond in any specific way. They were already talking amongst themselves, most with smiles. The interview went very well; the questions weren't difficult to answer. They had seemed impressed. I closed the door with a smile, but didn't even get a chance to take a deep breath before a random man walked up to me.
"There was a call for you. A police officer from your county told me to have you get i