For as long as I could remember, I had been looking for my dad. My mom always told me he was gone—dead, even. She said he’d left us when I was a baby, and I’d never known anything different. But for years, there was this gnawing feeling inside me, a hole that never quite filled, no matter how many good memories I made with my mom. As an adult, I started searching, trying to piece together the scraps of his life that had been left behind. Every online search,…
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