“Walmart, 4pm, I’ll be there. You can’t miss it.” As I entered the parking lot, one thing was true, you couldn’t miss it. There, parked between two white lines was his bright lime green sports car.
I was six and it was the one and only time he would ever lay a hand on me. After throwing a tantrum at our local grocery store, Mom had had enough. There was…
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