After my Dad left, my Mom was left to fend for herself with a five-year-old and a one-year-old. She started up a day care in our home, caring for other people’s children so she could feed her own.
I was off at kindergarten during the day, so I didn’t see the other kids much. I think it was fun for my brother to have other kids to play with.
It meant Mom…
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