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Daddy doesn't live here anymore



Daddy Doesn't Live Here Anymore is about a child dealing with parental separation and the absence of a father's presence.

Dealing with separation himself, my son was the inspiration behind me writing this one.

I'm still looking for the illustrations, so this book is not on sale yet.

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