Theresa's Blog – June 2010 Archive (2)

My dad got sick when I was 12 years old. He lost his legs for two years because of his sickness and died when I was 14 years old. I remember so many good things about my dad but one thing that sticks to my mind and I will always treasure in my heart is this one incident. I was acting fresh, talking like an unsaved teen. I was answering my mom in an unapropriate tone and thought I knew it all. My actions made her so mad and promised me good spanking right then and there (lol). I got…