My Mom Said My Pain Was “Just Gas” — Then My Real Dad Arrived With 18 Years Of Bank Statements

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My mother turned around. “What is your problem?”

“It hurts,” I whispered, pointing to my lower right side. “Really bad.”

Rick looked at me through the mirror. “Oh, are we doing the appendicitis act now?”

“I don’t know. I just need help.”

Rick pulled out of the school parking lot. “Your father used to do this exact thing. One little ache and the world continue reading …