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com - with fort - strength This is my Aunt Ruth. She helped my mother raise me. By the time I was born her heart had...

Here is my father, when he was young. He made my sister, Rosio., and me. I met him once, for a few days, when I was seven. I've never...

The thing about my fear is that she's frightened and she's frightening. I catch her staring at me with her black eyes and, from time to...