I spent weeks suspended between two versions of my own life. In one, I was the boy whose father had walked away before he took his first breath. In the other, I was the child hidden from a war between fear and control, money and power, threats and survival. Sitting across from my mother at that kitchen table, I realized the story I’d clung to had never been simple; it had just been silent.
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