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My father’s 60th birthday party was held on a Saturday in early June at my parents’ house in Lakewood.
Twenty guests filled the living room and backyard.
Aunts.
Uncles.
Cousins.
Old family friends.
Neighbors who had known us for decades.
The decorations were elegant.
The food was catered—paid for, I later learned, with money Derek had borrowed from continue reading …