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Pretty cool
My father died when I was nine months old and I was't too close to his side of the family. When I was twenty-five my Grandmother called me - my father's father - to tell me my sister wanted to talk to me. I told her she must have been mistaken being as I didn't have a sister.
I did have a sister, but no one bothered to tell me about her. Turns out my father, before he had married my mother, was married and had a child. Also born a week prior to my sister was a son, with a different woman. I could only imagine this was shocking in the mid 60's.
So when I was twenty-five I got to met both my brother and my sister for the first time.
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“The choice is no longer between right or left. The choice is between normal and crazy.”
- Sarah Huckabee Sanders
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