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What parent does that?

I took a puff from it—I coughed and vomited. I thought

I was about to die. He laughed and thought it was funny.

I never did it again and never smoked all my life.

Thinking about it later, that was a horrible thing to do to

a child.

I guess to him, that was very funny.

I can still hear that stupid laugh of his.

My brothers were mean and backward in school, and

along with the other mean kids, they would tease me—

because by this time, I stuttered badly. My mother tried
everything to help me overcome my stuttering; she

would make medicine of all kinds. Whatever she heard
about, she would try it. I did not get a fair chance,

neither in school nor in life.

My younger brother, although he wasn't bright in
school, could fix anything and everything that was

broken. We called him Mr. Fixer Man. We had a clock
once—the kind you wind up and it stands on three

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