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He never fails to remind me of my age. I was six years his senior, and
he would never let me forget it. For some reason, I believed her side of
the story. At this point, we became strangers.
I came home one day to find a burn on my baby’s arm. She said her
sister burned her with a hot spoon off the stove. One of us had to leave.
So he left with my daughter, never to return. After all this, she ended
up having a son for him.
It was all downhill from here. I call it the forgotten years. My baby girl
and I were happier together. My son suggested we buy a condo
together, which I thought was a good idea. The problem was that I had
no money. But somehow, we did—because by this time I had landed a
good job with Tribar Industries, where I worked for seventeen years.
When I say a good job, I was paid ten dollars an hour.
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