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My Super Cool Totally UnCool Dad

And How I Wish I Could Dance With Him One More Time

My father in Korea, 1953

When I was adopted in 1971, my father was 42. His biological son was 15 and halfway out the door. He had no business bringing a baby into the house. That didn’t stop him. He says I grabbed his nose and he was hooked. He also took my brother and sister, to let my biological father, his youngest brother, to get his life…

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Misty Rae

Misty Rae

3X Top Writer. Former legal eagle. Wife, mother, nature lover, chef, writer and all-around free spirit looking to write her way back to the ocean.

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