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What can I say about my Dad,. Was he strict with his boy,. Just a tad,. Never dared answer back,. Let alone would I swear,. came home once with green dye in my hair,. Only took the one look,.
The man and staff walked, over hill and mountain, talked To me of a time long ago when he was a boy, growing up With just a father and a void of affection, a reflection Of his fathers past childhood...
When I was but a boy I discovered the secrets of salt. Yes, I was that pioneer.
Chapter one | part one My name is Molly Jackson. I was Thirteen when my father went to prison, Your probally wondering why, Because he abused me and my two sisters Ali and Gina.