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My in-laws tried to quietly expel my dad from my wedding because he’s a garbage collector. They said it was for “appearances.” I was shaking with anger when my dad calmly asked for the microphone… and the room never recovered from what he said.
My name’s Anna, and the man who raised me works for the city.
Sanitation department.
Garbage collection. Whatever you want to call it — he’s been doing it since I was a toddler.
My mom died when I was three years old.
Cancer. Fast and cruel.
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