My sister whispered, “I know you’re starving. I brought you something from school to eat.” Food was scarce then. Our parents — caught up in their addictions — were unstable and our home life was iffy, at best. I was still in diapers and my 5-year-old sister had become my primary caregiver. I was 4 […]
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