My father? I can barely remember him. Too many decades. It’s all about what I know. I know he was brilliant. That’s how he impressed my mother. She was matched to my uncle. But they were a mismatch. She, as she put it, couldn’t suffer to breathe in the same room as him. However, she liked my father despite the twelve years different in ages. She claimed he inherited had all the charisma and charm my grandfather had and was handsome to boot. Yes, I know, the apple stayed close to its tree.
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Slice-of-life fantasy writer. I write fluffy heartwarming fantasy about elves.
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