WEB EXCLUSIVE!!<br>Do You <i>Know</i> Who My Father Is?<br>By Erin Holohan
For the first 22 years of my life, my house had been the most comfortable one on the block. In the winter, it was as cozy as the inside of a new sweatshirt. In the summer, it was as cool as an ice cream on the Fourth of July. Every pipe worked as it should, and if it didn't my dad would straighten it out like it had broken curfew. For the first 22 years of my life, I did not have to worry about the plumbing and heating in my home because my father had it under control.