During a primary 10 years ago, there was no one running for the county party committee for my tract so I wrote in my dad and I got him to vote for himself, and he won.
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I don't want money, I want them. I want them ten years ago when they remembered who I was all the time, would watch tv dramas with me and remember all of the details. It feels like I lost them twice, once to their illness, and then again when they finally left. I lived for those brief moments of clarity where they knew who I was.