Talk:We Called Him TaTa/@comment-24996913-20140901075253

I seriously have no words for this story. It was heart wrenching for me because my own father, who I'm always told I resemble, died when I was two years old. This was so beautifully written I couldn't stop reading, even when that oh so familiar lump in the throat arose. I found not one grammatical error, but I did see a sentence that needed a space between the period within the paragraph that starts, "Remember my safe I had in my bedroom?" But, that isn't really an error at all. Again, this story is absolutely captivating, realistic (which draws the reader in), and it was a pleasure to read. Thank you for writing this; it has definitely reminded me not to forget my own father as I've been attempting to do for years (that sounds bad, I know). 10/10.