My father discarded my sisters and me like we were nothing more than failed attempts, children who didn’t “count” simply because we weren’t boys. For years, we lived in the shadow of his resentment — handed off to Grandma Louise like forgotten parcels, ignored by a mother too beaten down to fight, and erased the moment our brother Benjamin arrived, golden and perfect in their eyes. Continues…
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