Our Time Is Now by Sheril A. Bustaman

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"I remember my heart breaking when the MJ costume was ruined. I remember tearing up when the father lamented how he is trying to give his child the best education possible because that's his only way out over a glass of beer. I remember the stark contrast between a father's hope and the coarseness in the way he talks to his child. I remember thinking how tough love sometimes breaks us, instead of strengthening us."

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