The woman my dad flew to Jamaica today to marry has a kid, I think. The 25-year-old individual from whom I am trying to suss out a "vibe" is helping their mom and their sister raise their elder sister's elementary-school-age son. I grew up around kids all the time; I'm in the middle of a generation on my dad's side that spans 30 years of age difference.…
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