Saturday, February 1, 2025

Just Hanging, Just Digging

11 o'clock at night

House was empty—everyone ran off for fun, even our housekeeper. So it was just my adoptive dad and me hanging back. It was just us, and I ended up tagging along.

With him, time went by fast. Not big on feelings, but my passion for digging into facts and maps is all thanks to him, no question about it. His curiosity knows no bounds—he could research and observe endlessly, with 24 hours barely scratching the surface.

Can’t write more, I’m figuring out why this German show is so funny! ๐Ÿฟ๐Ÿ“บ๐Ÿ”ช๐Ÿ˜‚
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