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Reject. That’s what I was. My parents claimed that eight children in the house was too much for them to...
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Reject. That’s what I was. My parents claimed that eight children in the house was too much for them to handle, and that they couldn’t support them all, so they sent me away to live with my grandp...
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My mother always wanted a little girl. One who would wear frilly pink dresses and bows and barrettes in her hair and would play with dolls and have tea parties with china and have perfect manners and ...
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“Kalie, have you practiced your flute yet?”
My mother’s voice squeezed under my bedroom door and rang in my ears. “Not yet…” I answered. I knew what was coming next.
“Well, do it now.
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