Dear Father: I am tired. I walk the streets from here to there with a weight on my soles that is dragging me into the earth. I wonder why the people can not see what my shoulders carry, the mass that makes me tired at the end of a day when I have done nothing.
"A Letter Home,"
Sketch: Vol. 31
, Article 14.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol31/iss3/14