My parents migrated to St. Louis from Aberdeen, Mississippi, expecting to build a good life for us. A year later, Daddy left us. He sent us Easter clothes and trunks full of toys during Christmas. He was not present and involved, but he sent packages!
When I was 10, one Saturday after working her second job Momma said, “Son, your father is not returning. I expect you to help the family by working, bringing money in the house and protecting your sisters and brothers.” I said, “Okay, Momma.”