To my english teacher, who, at the prospect of having to write a short-story as an assignment, gave me the idea to even write this story, and to my father, who always supports my ideas for art, even when they don't make much sense.
“The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson.
"That porch is a happy-looking place, and my father, burdened, stoop-shouldered, cadaverously thin, doesn't seem to belong on it." -Margaret Peterson Haddix.