Dad It Yourself- Life Repaired 3 Ways
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  • LECTURAS 1,963
  • Votos 75
  • Partes 12
  • Hora 3h 41m
Continúa, Has publicado sep 03, 2019
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Dashell, Iqbal, and Younas couldn't be more different..., but their problems are the same. 

They weren't ready to be fathers in their 20's.

Entrepreneur Dashell: Never married his hot Asian girlfriend, spends his days hustling to keep his business afloat, and his nights fucking women. That is, as long as they aren't dark skinned black,  like him. Father to 2 boys.
 
Artist Iqbal: Was the model brown, Muslim Pakistani kid, until he got divorced. His now ex wife, took the kids and left for blowing the family savings on an anime project that failed. Father to 2 boys, and 1 girl.
 
Accomplished Mechanic Younas: Skilled with his hands in more ways than one. He's a walking stereotype of a good looking, light skinned black man, fully equipped with two baby mothers. No doubt on the verge of adding a third with the way he has careless sex. Father to 1 boy, and 1 girl.
 
Now in their mid 30's, all live at home with their parents, are in debt and feel their lives are going nowhere. Each woman connected to them just feels..., nothing. Co-parenting is like pulling teeth, harmless queries about where a lunchbox is can turn into deep seated resentment and text wars about the past.
 
Sick of where their lives are going, Dashell and Younas partner up to create a community space where people can fix up things they need to with some guidance for a low cost. A Do-It-Yourself Space. But they need help. Iqbal, a creative mind who can't fix up his own life; may just be the repair kit they need when he walks through their doors.

A look at the nuances of being diverse, divorced dads who have to figure out how to "fix" their lives up for the sake of their kids.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author's imagination, or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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This is an unofficial fan-made English translation of We are...คือเรารักกัน (We are... we are in love). Please do not re-translate to any other language without permission. You can find the ebooks at https://www.mebmarket.com/index.php?action=search_book&type=author_name&search=%E0%B8%A0%E0%B8%B2%E0%B8%A3%E0%B8%A7%E0%B8%B5.&auto_search_id=&exact_keyword=1&page_no=1. Please support the author over there! All the rights and credits go to the original author of the novel Khun Parawee (ภารวี.) and all those involved in the production of this story. Translator: Sprite Hoang Illustrator: Unagnomasia Proofreader: azzianna, smv2454