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|I never knew my father. He was gone out of my life the very same day I was born. My Mother never mentions him. When she does, her body becomes rigid and cold, and she dreams up the most unbelievable excuses. I've learned to cut him out of my life and not mention him to any other member in my family. When somebody asks me about my father my reply is always, "he died". I went 13 years without him in my life. That’s 156 months, 4745 days. I was prepared to live my whole life without him in it, but unfortunately, that never happened.|