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    I never knew my father. He was gone out of my life the very same day I was born. My mother never mentions him, and when she does, she becomes all ridged and cold and comes up with the lamest excuses ever.  I learned to cut him out of my life and not  mention him to any other member in my family . When somebody asks me about my father my reply is always, "he died". I went 13 years without him in my life. Thats 156 months,  4745 days. I was preparied to live my whole life without him in it, but unfortunately, that never happened.