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The Letter
When I was 12 years old, my dad wrote me a letter. He mailed it to my mom's, which felt more like a house than a home at the time. It was a house that provided a roof over my head, but it lacked the love and laughter my dad's 600-square-foot apartment lent for 48-hour periods once every other week. Those weekends were my saving grace during the painful adolescent navigation of divorced parent dynamics.
By Jordan Quinten4 years ago in Confessions
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