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As a child, I’d often think about good times I’d had in hindsight. and recall exactly what about them was good. So many of my days would end with nights where I laid and reflected… why did my day go that way? What did I do? Did I do anything…

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As we grew, we definitely grew in our own directions. Soon after our father’s passing, younger Sibling moved to Grandma’s, which was unfortunately located right next to a Rocketdyne plant… in a gang neighborhood. Sibling was outright more prepared to dress like her local, surrounding Hispanic friends, then “play…

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During my youth, realizations that my life was more complicated than that of others came quickly. It wasn’t long before I realized that my own parents stayed up way too late…

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From an early age, I was told of what the “better half” of my family… the more “well-behaved” side of it…… had occupied their time with. Once others in the family became more conscious of choices my parents were making… invites to functions began to come further & fewer between.

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Few will ever have to see their own name on a headstone while alive… least of all, at such a young age. Imagine that visual, embedded in your mind & doomed to haunt your most subconscious thoughts, so early in life. Some will never know a fraction of that psychological hardship, and God bless…
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