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Caught in the Middle of an Ugly Divorce
by A.O.
I was born and raised in East Harlem near 110th and Madison. Both my parents were well known on the block; for a time I felt like royalty. My mom told me stories about how my aunts and neighbors fought over who held me next.
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The Good in Grieving
by Zainab Hamid
When I was 5, I moved to Bangladesh from the U.S. This enabled me to spend more time with my grandparents: Abdur and Amena on my father’s side; Misbahul and Samsun on my mother’s. I loved and cherished my time with my grandparents.
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Breaking Ties With My Mom
by E.O.
I didn’t meet my parents until I was 9. I grew up in El Salvador with my grandmother and traveled alone to join my father, mother, and two new little sisters who were born in New York. When I first got here, my mom bought me new clothes, and showed me around the neighborhood.
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Taking My Life Back From My Abusers
by E.O.
Names have been changed. When I was 9, I moved to New York to be with my parents and sisters. Like many immigrants from Central America, I took a two-month journey north across Mexico and crossed the border illegally into the United States.
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Alone Then Not Alone
by J.S.
I was 12 when I first realized I was attracted to boys. I come from a strict, religious Sikh family, and I could not reveal these feelings to my parents. So I had a private notebook that I wrote and drew in.
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A Parent’s Road to Recovery
by Rosita Pagan
This story originally appeared in Rise, a magazine written by parents involved in the child welfare system. When my daughter Rosemarie was 5 years old, she told me that her father was sexually molesting her when she went on weekend visits.