This Memory Stands Out

The first major memory I have of my father really hurting me was when I was about seven or eight years old. It was the day after Christmas when me and my two sisters woke up to discover that dad had stolen all our christmas presents and our moms car. We were only visiting him for Christmas so we had to walk home. That is just one of many more disappointments to come...

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Jul 10, 2010