Five years have passed without seeing my daughter, Ava, although she keeps in touch from time to time through emails but does not return my phone calls because I yell at her. What is this game she's playing with me?
I found my youngest daughter, Monica, renting a room in an apartment in the Danforth & Coxwell area. Monica is in poor health and too sick to work but insists that she has to do this for herself. Just what is it that she has to do for herself and why? She won't tell me. I know her cell phone number but, I must accept this decision she's made or she will not return my calls and she will never see me again. What deal did they drag her into? She is in dire need of a doctor to attend to her medical problems but we can't find one for her so she settles for using walk in clinics.
I work part-time in retail for minimum wage because I've been blackballed and can't find a full time job in my field in the entire City of Toronto that holds about six million people. I supplement my income through a line of credit so I can pay for my living expenses.
I was born in Canada and so were both my daughters. We were born Roman Catholic but my daughters have converted and are now Protestant. English is our mother tongue. We have high school diplomas and some College or University education. We are victims of "The Death Traps" of Newmarket, Ontario and of divorce designed and put in place by the authorities.
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