meet my duck

When I was 8 years old, my brother brought me a duckling on the back of his motorcycle for my birthday. One day, I was in the car with my dad, and I randomly asked, “Dad, what does illiterate mean?” “It means you can’t read or write.” “Then that’s my duck’s name.”

Sometimes you just have to call it what it is.

Meet my duck, Illiterate. (Illie, for short.)

(photo taken by me in 1985 when Illie was older)

What can you simplify in your life and just call it how it is?  Leave a comment below.


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