quiet home back.

Now I realized boundaries had not erased the fact that I loved my sister.

They had made it possible to separate her from everything I resented.

We began packing.

The children cried when boxes appeared.

Ben asked me if I was making them leave because he had spilled juice on the rug.

I crouched beside him.

“No.”

“Because Mom was bad?”

“No.”

“Then continue reading …