I repaired trucks by day and cleaned classrooms three nights a week.
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That was how I became the father of seven.
I repaired trucks by day and cleaned classrooms three nights a week.
For years, I smelled like motor oil and floor cleaner.
I learned which grocery store marked meat down on Thursdays, how to sew buttons, and how quickly seven children could empty three gallons of milk.
More important, I never divided them into mine and my sister’s.
There were mornings when I had twelve dollars until payday.
But somehow we managed.
More important, I never divided them into mine and my sister’s.
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