To Blame or Not to Blame

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Young, pretty and independent woman she was. I accidentally bumped into her when I was getting my nails done, while visiting with my parents in my native Ukrainian village.

She was my classmate, whom I hadn’t seen for a number of years. Her name was Ali. She was still living in the same village in the same house where she was born with her dad and her 10-year old son. She divorced her husband and lived as a single mom…