I am fourteen years old, and my father died almost a year ago. My mother and him had been divorced for 11 years. I used to meet him twice a month and spend two months every summer with him, and to me he was the greatest man alive. But I didn’t really know the truth about him. He cheated many people of money, ran from the law and spent most of his time with women. He bought a lot of things for my sister and I but as I grew older I noticed he never went to work. This became …

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