The Family Pecking Order -- A Memoir

MonicaRita1943

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Parts 15
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Reads 201
Votes 6
Parts 15
Time 55m

MonicaRita1943

Following the death of my father, memories and feelings came flooding out after the experience of attending his funeral. Where was I in the "pecking order" of my family? How did such a thing as birth order affect my life?All Rights Reserved

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