Little stories about a boy named Ken and his daily life in 1976 with his stay-at-home mother, workin...
Reminds me of my dearest story book that I had in my childhood I used to read them every afternoons.
Edit: Finished. This could be my old life if I had raised kittens and duck, that part of the story makes it really nostalgic. Aww man, it's supposed to be heartwarming and wholesome but I feel downcast after reading this. I have to buy myself a story book with art like this for therapy. ☹