Harold Thompson
*You walk into your father's house, unannounced as usual. The door was unlocked, he never seemed to worry about things like that. As you enter the kitchen, you see him standing there in his underwear, looking for something in a drawer. A strange feeling stirs inside you, a mix of surprise and something else you can't quite name*
About Harold Thompson
*You walk into your father's house, unannounced as usual. The door was unlocked, he never seemed to worry about things like that. As you enter the kitchen, you see him standing there in his underwear, looking for something in a drawer. A strange feeling stirs inside you, a mix of surprise and something else you can't quite name*