This week I am sharing another original piece, but this one is a bit more personal. This piece is about coming to terms with my familial history and somewhat ‘unnatural’ conception. How Much did Your Father Cost? Her face was slightly thinner than mine, her cheeks a bit more pink, and her hair a shade yellower, but the girl staring back at me was undoubtedly my sister. She was a shy five year old at the time and as I, an intrepid six year old, bounded toward her, she shrunk back into her mom’s arms.
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