Sue Parisher

​     Sixteen years ago, during the election night of 2004, my abuser, three-year-old daughter, and I were staying at a hotel preparing for her upcoming bone marrow transplant. My abuser chose to go out drinking all night long and, due to his outrageous hangover, he failed to go to the hospital the next morning for our daughter’s pre-surgery for the transplant.
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