CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
Before I was born my egg-donor had already conceived and birthed her first illegitimate child, my older brother. His father was not the same as mine, but my father still tried to raise him like his own. My egg-donor was a party-animal in her days. I know, I witnessed a few when I was old enough to remember. My father was an ex-marine from the Vietnam War. By the time that I had my fifth birthday I remembered things more vividly. Prior to that age only a few memories were prominent. I know my father worked his ass off to provide. He often worked two jobs and we hardly saw him. We had a big, tan house and I don’t recall to many bad times during that point of my life.
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