Mansi Bhagwate
Joined August 2019
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The Day My Father Cried
I was alone at home one evening since my parents were attending an event. I must have been twelve or thirteen. Being the late nineties in Mumbai, India, my younger sister and I did not have a babysitter. We lived in an apartment complex, and my neighbors were there to feed me and keep an eye.
By Mansi Bhagwate2 years ago in Families