After Graduation, I Took One Quiet Step to Protect My Future. It Turned Out to Matter

like they’d won a prize.

For my sixteenth birthday, I got a used bike from a garage sale.

My mother said, “It’ll build character.”

I rode that bike through rain, through cold, through summers when the asphalt shimmered, because the bus was unreliable and asking for rides meant hearing my father sigh like I was asking him to donate a kidney.

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