Part 2: My First Ghost Story
The closest I’ve come to encountering a ghost was when the ocean ate one of my only remaining connections to my father. This isn’t a spooky story, but it is a haunting one.
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Part 1: My First Shameful Confession
A year ago, I hauled myself and my large collection of personal demons into my therapist’s office, and said some of the hardest words I’ve ever uttered: “There’s something I’ve never told you. I have a brother.”