been any better. He wasn’t an alcoholic or an abuser, but rather autistic and so distant that he himself said he hadn’t wanted to have children and if he saw me on the street, he wouldn’t even recognize me.
The truth is that Ted, JFK, and I hated our fathers.
Surely, when he saw me at school in Costa Rica, he must have recognized something because only I had my face touched.
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