I don’t remember mom leaving. Not the day she left, when I was two, nor the days or weeks after. I have no recalled memories of my parents ever being together. As far as I ever knew, mom had her own house and I lived with my siblings, Tammi and Jae, and dad, while my sister Pip, who lived in a residential home for the blind, would stay with us on the weekends. We were happy. I was happy.