The Night My Father Locked the Door — And the Truth Tiffany Hid
My father had loved me.
My father had hurt me.
Neither sentence canceled the other.
The important thing was that I no longer let either one decide what I deserved.
PART 23
My high school graduation took place on a warm evening beneath the lights of the school gym.
I wore a blue dress under my gown and the necklace Colleen had given me for my birthday.
Simone sat with her family in the second row, waving so enthusiastically that I almost laughed while crossing the stage.
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