My single mother died when I was 19. I am the eldest of 3 children. My sister, Tanecia, was 16. My brother, Travis, was 14, and my father was gone. It was the first week of my sophomore year of college; a fact that mother never hesitated to boast about. Though I had nowhere near graduated, the fact that I was there, was reason enough for her admiration. I planned the funeral; with the help of my grandparents, who had flown in from California. The funeral was very sad and the very existence of...
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