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Why did they act like I didn’t belong?”
Lorraine exhaled a sob. “Because you looked like your father. Not their father. Yours.”
My skin went cold.
“The vacations,” Lorraine continued, “were when your mom felt like she could breathe. When she could pretend. When people wouldn’t ask why you didn’t resemble her. She hated that you were proof of something continue reading …
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