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CHAPTER FOUR

T
ime passed slowly, and the months turned to
years, but the arguments never really stopped.

They just became a little less loud. We were

very poor, but I didn't even know it. We had a roof over
our heads, a yard to play in, and fresh fruit on the trees

to eat whenever we were hungry.

I loved playing in the fields among the wildflowers, but

one day I got stung by a Bee on my eyelid. It swelled
shut and it hurt really bad. But my mom put a special

kind of leaf on it, and in a short time, the swelling went
down.

When I got older—about six or seven years old—my

stepfather, who by this time I called Dada because that
is what I heard my brother call him, took us to buy my

first pair of shoes, my first real new pair of shoes. In
those days, kids wore what was called crepe, made from

cloth or canvas.

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