Middle America
All characters in this story are 18+ Any constructive criticism is greatly appreciated. My name is Jack and I was born in a small town in Kansas. My dad owned and ran his own store which kept him away from home a lot but I’d usually spend lazy summer days helping him out around the store or just hanging around it in general. I was an only child until my little brother was born when I was in the sixth grade. The introduction of a baby into the family dynamic was anything but smooth. My parents were already spread pretty thin with the shop and the general struggles of house duties. I can distinctly remember my father telling me ” Jack, as a man you’ve gotta be willing to make sacrifices.”. At the time I …