Wrote something decent today:

People used to think I had no father. They'd eventually delicately ask, "um, where does your father live?" It was because all my stories revolved around my mom. My mom was always the one with me. I grew up a satellite to her world.

My dad was military first, retired next, and then worked as a civilian contractor with the military. This involved a lot of travel. At one point I remember my mom saying to a friend in a joking voice, we've spent more time apart during our marriage than in the same country. She said it that way, but she was deadly serious. That is how their marriage survived.

Until I was in high school, I never stayed in the same school longer than 2 years. I had lived in Florida, Indiana, Arizona, Cyperus (small island country near Turkey), England, and California by the time I was 13 years old. My mom was there with me through all of it while my dad flitted in and out working. He was a good dad, he just wasn't always there.

When my mom died, my childhood ended. Granted, you might say it should have already been over--I was 23, but people stay young a long time in our modern culture. This is the story of becoming >cannot finish this stupid line.

I like it :)
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