Image by Elizabeth M. Used with permission.
I was 14 and living in government housing with Mom and three sisters. Dad lived states away in self-pity. Collecting and organizing my baseball cards — most of them worth only pennies — provided a sense of control. But trading them with Brian came at a cost.
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