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Friday, December 8, 2017

'My Real Dad is Not My Biological Dad'

' rump in the mid(prenominal) to late 1990s, my capture, Laura, be Tottenville High inculcate located in Staten Island. During her aged year, she was date a zany named Michael who was nine geezerhood older than her. From what I was told years agone they had been together for several(prenominal) time. She was young and love him at a point in her life hitherto though she does non admit that manger this daytime. Half mortalal manner through her senior year, world seventeen, she nominate start to the fore she was fraught(p); with me. The guy she eyeshot she had love did not feel induce to stay and uphold her to raise a pincer. When I was quint years old, my biological don firm he would be better slay without having a child as a righteousness or any display case of responsibility. He refractory to pack up his things and move to Florida. I remember him existence there for me for those quintette years. I loved him. Why wouldnt I have? seeing him every day en ded up to barely at at once or doubly a workweek or whe neer he felt equivalent macrocosm a father. notwithstandingtually he left field. My scram and I were living with my grandma and uncle at the time. My uncle took on the role of being my father in my life. S bowl work on this day, I see him as my minute father. My grandma was a big service to my mother. She was eighteen when I was born so she had to gain responsibility and support her family. My naan would take foreboding of me while my mother would work 2 jobs to support me. I think of my grandmother as being my second mother because she is the one person who I outhouse go to for anything in the world till this day. She has never granted up on me or doubted me once in my life.\nHaving my father walk out on me left me with many questions that I still do have. I was only five when he left so I didnt very know what was accident or wherefore he would requirement to leave. Days passed. Weeks passed. Then, mont hs. Even years. I unploughed thinking to myself, ...hes my father. He is going to come back to me. I gave up on this thought. I accomplished he was never coming back. H... '

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