My Father’s Daughter

My dear Nadia, It’s hard to believe that you are 20 years old today, it feels like you were 2 years old just yesterday. Last week, our little nephews ran from the living room to the front door to hug me. That reminded me of you when you were their age. You use run across…

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My Father

I’ve come to accept that I am probably never going to meet my father. I know that I am probably never going to shake my father’s hand—or give him the most awkward hug in history. I am never going to get to ask him the questions I’ve been wanting to ask since I was old…

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