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NY-For twenty-five years, my stepfather broke his …

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close whenever someone mentioned him. A child does not need many memories to understand abandonment. Sometimes one missing chair at the table is enough.

We lived then in Santiago Vale, a rural town tucked between rice paddies, dusty roads, and low green hills that turned gold during the dry season. It was the kind of place where everyone knew who had continue reading …

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