After that, my father started visiting once or twice a month. He didn’t have much to say to my mother, but he’d chat with me, tell me stories, and sometimes take me out for a meal.My mother, though, was relentless. One rainy night, she got my father drunk again.The next morning, when he woke up in her bed, he looked like his world had fallen apart. It seemed possible to make the same mistake twice.Ten months later, my brother, Xavier Norton, was born. The first time I saw him, all wrinkled and red, I thought he was the ugliest thing I’d ever seen.He cried his little toothless head off, face flushed bright red. I reached out with a finger to poke his cheek, and just like that, he stopped crying. Instead, he turned his head and latched onto my finger, sucking on it with all his might.With my brother’s arrival, my father moved us into a bigger apartment, and the monthly allowance doubled. Life got a bit better.My mother, holding my baby brother, was filled with renewed ambitio
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