Yes, my mother’s death led me to happiness. How could I blame my father for anything when he was incredible once he took me in and brought me to the Abertton home?

He was the most important thing in my life. No matter his flaws, past mistakes, or future ones, Ernest Abertton was my savior, the man who taught me about care, love, and safety. Before him, I didn’t even know what school was. I learned to read and write in the homes I passed through. That man gave me a real life.

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