Dec 18, 2021
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Me and My Dad, so much Alike, but so Different Part One
It’s funny thinking about it now
November 5, 1994, my dad, uncle, and I had returned home from my mom’s funeral, “ what am I going to do now.” I thought as I looked at my dad.
I knew the situation was unhealthy, but I didn’t know how to handle it. I suppressed the resentment I had toward my mom,
