Memories of Mother

I always thought of myself as a normal kid when I was growing up. I knew other families sometimes had more than one child but I had friends who were also only children. And other fathers had jobs that involved traveling. I was in my mid-teens when my dad began spending time on the road, as he put it. That always seemed like a strange idea since he flew whenever he traveled for work. He was a big shot in the company and visited plants around the country. I never understood exactly what he was doing during those days or weeks he was gone, but I was happy with the luxurious life style his success...

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