“Little sister,” he’d say to me, “put BOTH a them teeties back in your blouse and move on… you don’t need to be nursin’ no man… not when you’ve got your mystery baby to take care of!!!”
Metaphorically-speaking, he was absolutely right. Bio-dad lived a life of quiet desperation long before I ever met him. I couldn’t change or affect that by trying to nurse him back to health too. I had a sick child.
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