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December 25, 2010
The worst part wasn't knowing that my mother had abandoned me. The worst part was that my dad had lied to me about it.

I must have been around five or six when I realized that other people had two parents. Even Sarah, whose parents never stopped bickering. But it was just dad and me. When I asked him why I didn't have one, he said, "Of course you have a mother."

"Well, where is she?"

"She's not with us anymore, son. She went to heaven when you were very young."

The unconscious woman on our floor would indicated otherwise.