When I was 5, my dad left. He rode off on a motorcycle leaving my mom with me, and my newborn sister alone with a house, a mortgage and everything else. And no one talked about it. I don’t know how they came up with that plan; I just know he was gone.
I stood at the window and cried, “Daddy, don’t go, Daddy! Daddy!”
He came back at one point, and then left again. It was a confusing mess of fighting, instability and the unexplained. For a kid, the unknown is scary. Imag…
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