March is a crazy time of year for an accountant’s family. Associating the month with “madness” seems only natural. My dad would work long hours into the night, only to wake up before dawn and begin the process all over again, slowly but surely making a dent in the tax returns piled around his desk. When a teacher once asked me what my favorite day of the year was, I replied, “April 15”—because that was the day I got my daddy back from the monster of tax season.

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