In The Beginning:
At age sixteen my life turned calamitous. My father, the sole breadwinner of the family, died. He had been sick for six months, during which time I ran our small general store. When he first got sick, I had just completed the tenth grade. Mother, who was then in the throes of menopause, decided my two younger sisters should be educated first because, she argued, life could be hard for women.
With permission of the author. This is an on going story one paragraph at a time beginning on the post of July 6th.