“There are years that ask questions and years that answer.” ~Zora Neale Hurston At the age of thirteen, my childhood as I knew it came to an end.
My parents sat my brother and me down at the kitchen table and told us they were . In that moment, I could acutely feel the pain of losing the only family unit I knew.
Although my teenage self was devastated by this news, it would take another twenty years for me to realize the full extent of what I had lost.
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