As long as I can remember my mom and I was living alone. I am happy, no doubt, but as you can imagine, I really would like to know how it is growing up with a father. Every time I questioned that issue, she blogged up. It was hard not knowing something about the person who was once in love with my mom. He is the one who once decided to share his life and to make a baby with her. I stopped asking her about him. I grew up getting weird and silent. I needed to search for him on my own.
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