This story contributed by Melissa Ahearn
When I was young, my dad worked at a downtown law firm. They had every color pen and fun drinks in the fridge. My dad even had his own office with pictures of my brother, my mom and me.
I remember thinking what a cool job he had!
Dressed in suit and tie, briefcase in hand, he would get in his Volvo with his coffee spilling everywhere and drive off – only after sending my brother and me off on the school bus, of course. READ MORE