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not happy. For a long time, she never spoke to us—just
          gave us that “I hate you” look.


          Thus began another phase of my  life—too  painful  to
          record. She was  just 13 years old  with  a 30-year-old

          mentality. Because I took her away suddenly from her

          lifestyle in Jamaica, which was not good, she decided to
          make my life a living hell. We’ll leave the details out. I

          will say that, because I had to work three jobs to take

          care of my other children, my daughter became the other
          woman in my life.


          So began another lifetime of misery.

          Meanwhile,  my  tormentor  had  secretly  come  up  to

          Canada. I don’t know how he did it, but he was able to
          send for the oldest girl without me even knowing. In

          those  days,  things  were  so  different  from  today.

          Meaning: he could not have brought her here without
          my approval.


          There were four more children left behind, and he had
          no intention of helping me to file for them. I planned to

          get them two at a time, but Immigration would not allow


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