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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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