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April 19, 2010
My father and I have had a stormy relationship ever since the death of my mother and I  concede that my interpretation of events may neither be his, or entirely accurate. To me, he appeared to approach her death with predictable selfishness. "What can I get out of this?" appeared to be his overriding motivation as I endured interviews with reporters and photographers to publicize our plight. To be fair we were homeless, and left with only the nightclothes we were wearing, but the loss of anonymity was almost unbearable and I felt I had become public property.