And then, with a little push from Minda, decided to scrap the story of my father. Turned out, not surprisingly, to have a lot to do with Andrew: 
The father one was tough...I had to journal something that was a bit hard to relate without a lot of nasty words flying around. Because I have come to realize, I am angry at my dad. Angry because he left me to fend for myself when I was a toddler. And angry because now that we've connected he doesn't seem to give flying *&^% about me still.
Oh well. I'm asurvivor and as I put on my layout, Andrew and I, quite frankly, are a masterpiece!
