The time I ran away to be with a man 24 years older than me part 1.

It all began one summer afternoon, with my dad summoning my sister and me to his backyard and dropping a bombshell: my mom didn’t want us anymore. Every summer, my siblings and I would make the trek to our dad’s place, following the customary arrangement of our parents’ divorce. While my mom took care of us during the school year, our dad had custody during the summers. This routine had been in…

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