I was 18, and he’d been raising me since I was six, ever since my parents stopped being part of the picture.
Our apartment was small, with two bedrooms above a laundromat, but it was ours.
He’d been raising me since I was six.
Grandpa worked at an auto shop during the day and stocked shelves at a hardware store two evenings a week to make sure I had everything I needed.
Never once did he complain.
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At school, prom season had turned the cafeteria into a runway of glossy catalogs.
« This one is $1,200, » Lorraine, one of my bullies, announced, spinning her phone around so everyone at her table could see. « Mom said if I want the beading, we have to order this week. »
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