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Reason #330:
Until the age of eleven, my sister Janelle and I would fly from Sacramento down to southern California every other weekend to visit my biological father, who had partial custody of us. It was a confusing time; their divorce was not an easy one, and the back-and-forth was taxing on us and very emotionally confusing and difficult.
The Thanksgiving after I turned eleven, my sister Janelle and I actually had to testify in court to stop our visitations down south. It’s a long complicated story, but the bottom line is: it was a hard thing to go through as a child.
Thing I love about my mother, though, is that I sometimes forget this was even a part of my childhood. When I think about growing up, I think about how easy I had it and how loved I felt. It’s not until people really ask me about it that I even remember all the shitty stuff. It’s a real testament to what a great home she provided for us.
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