Vote!My dad told me to leave the dinner table when I announced my plan to vote Democrat. I was about to turn 18 and declare my party on the voter registration application. His face turned reddish-purple explaining that he bought this table and this house with his hard earned money, which the Democrats tried to take away with their over-taxing and overzealous spending. My mother smoothed things over; she is a mediator type who usually voted with the Dems but avoided political discussions. I had a loving relationship with my dad, but politics were sensitive territory.
"Dad, I feel like if I voted Republican you'd like disown me or something. I mean it should be my own decision, not just what you believe," Ava said, defiantly.
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