Chapter 3- Knowing My Father

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  As I walked home, I thought of my Dad. I couldn't ever picture his face. He was never there for me as a child. So, I didn't know what spending my life with a man would fell like.

 When I saw my Mom, I wanted to ask her what happened to my father. I knew that I would've been in her relashionship buisness. But it was either her feelings, or my life. So I walked up to her.


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