My Dad’s Book

But where am I?

Max (Author’s photo)

So my dad wrote another book. Here it is. I guess it’s good and everything, but I thought that this one was going to be about me. Only me.

But when I read it, I didn’t find myself in it until the very last page, and even then, it’s still all about him.

I ask you Dad: look at my face. Is that fair?

Love, Max.