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Ice-T's story.
I've always felt like an outsider. Every Thanksgiving, every Christmas, it was me, sitting at someone else’s table. It was that vibe like when you're over at somebody’s house and they’re whispering in the kitchen, "Why is he here?"

I came into life so hard that when I see other adults who say they need or want their parents, it seems corny to me. When there’s nobody to hug you when you cry, eventually you stop crying. I think that’s how I ended up getting called "Ice."


From the book Always Too Soon: Voices of Support for Those Who Have Lost Both Parents.


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Via Susie Bright


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