humansofnewyork: “My father died when I was six. He drowned on a fishing trip. My mother had to raise five of us in North Philadelphia. I remember being twelve years old and going to a market on the corner. My mother had sent me with a note, asking
tags: people don't realize the struggle, try coming up like that and then criticize
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