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I sit in the car next to my father, whom I only see three or four times a year.
“How’ve things been for you?” he asks, a rare show of care.
“Good,” I say, and I am surprised to find that I mean it.
Things are good, I want to tell him.
I’m having fun and playing each day. I’m dancing. I’m going for my first internationa…