“You were more mature than I was... and that stole your childhood.” — My father, on his deathbed
There were times—many times—where I didn’t feel like a Leverich. Didn’t feel like I belonged. Didn’t feel like I was wanted.
I often felt like the red-headed stepchild, even though I wasn’t adopted. But it felt lik…
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