fromwww.berkeleyside.org
3 weeks agoRemembering Maceo Clardy, free spirit with a courage to survive who took pride in sharing his story
My grandma called me as I walked down the street with my best friend: Sweetheart, I have someone here who wants to talk to you. I nearly fainted the day I heard his voice on the other end of my line. Hey Baby Girl, do you know who this is? Dad? Was this my long-lost father? Because I was in foster care at the time, my grandma was not supposed to call me and connect us. But I was happy she did because I was able to build my relationship with him on my terms.
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