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epigenic?

Epigenetics? I don't understand, but I wonder how come I dream and remember things that happened before I was born perhaps caused when I am in my pram lay absorbed without knowing what the adults were talking about my great-grandfather was a famed baker  who specialized in cakes and puddings  he had his own business, which his son my grandfather squandered I was drawn to the catering business I no longer dream of my sister or my brother they died young and have disappeared into mythology My mother I remember with fondness and sadness, a hard-working woman with fierce political opinions. In later years, she succumbed to drinking and took little interest in things around her Of my father, I remember nothing like looking into a blank wall, as my mother once remarked I looked like my father and she bore a secret smile. One ominous thing is alcohol has played and cast dark shadows through several  generations  I have myself suffered from this soul-eating illness, I overcome by living far away and in my writing  The addiction tendency is genetic  "Neglect is the biggest disease."

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