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After 5 Long Years, I Let Go of My Father Figure.

He has been dead all this time, and I was dreaming.

Photo by Ave Calvar Martinez from Pexels

After I had moved from a small homely town to an overwhelmingly chaotic metropolitan in 2008, I was scared like a lone injured puppy.

I was told the move was for my better academic prospect.

I later found out I was lied to!




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