I’m a 34-year-old nurse, and growing up, it was always clear my younger brother came first. He dropped out of college, never worked, yet my parents paid his debts and …
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Every morning before dawn, I watched my seventy-year-old stepfather, Patrick, pedal down the street with a canvas bag of newspapers, rain or snow be damned. He smiled as he went, …
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