I'm the product of what is often euphemistically described as a broken home. I was just eight years old when my hitherto secure world imploded. In the space of a few minutes, though the emotional turmoil appeared to be never-ending, I was parted from the father I had loved with such passion.
My dad was my hero. We were devoted to each other. He was alway…
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