A lot of my memories growing up are of me alone with my mom.
My dad worked nights, heading to the bakery in the early evening and getting home sometime in the middle of the night depending on how busy he was.
I remember getting up for school and Dad was in bed, except for the rare occasions when he wasn’t home yet.
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