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My father left the house for good when I was two, leaving my mother to care for six children (I was the youngest) and my grandmother. My mother, who only had two years of college at that point, went back to complete two years in one, getting a teaching degree and moving us from Seattle down to Portland, Oregon when I was five. Evidently, though I don’t remember it, my father had visitation rights and would pick me up in his car and take me to his apartment once a week when I was three and four. Read More From Mojo
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