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When 'My Other Son' Spoke to His Voices Instead of Us

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I first met Stephen when he was 16 after my son, Josh, brought him home. They went to high school together. Stephen became, without any effort at all, “my other son.”  He began to eat meals at our home and became a constant fixture at our house.

Suffice to say, I love him dearly. That he was a bit odd was a given. He was also funny, intelligent, and very outgoing. And after all, he was a teenager and trying, as my son was, to find himself.

But there came a day when I could no longer ignore the fact the he absolutely refused to eat at home. I sat him down, face to face, and asked him why.

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