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

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mother was young, though I did not know it then. To me, she was simply my mother, which meant she was as old as worry and as strong as the roof. She worked wherever work could be found: washing clothes, selling vegetables, cooking for neighbors during harvest days, sewing torn pockets, cleaning houses when wealthier families needed help. She had a continue reading …

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