I was bullied all through school—at my 10-year reunion, no one recognized me, and I used that moment to reveal exactly who I had become.

sure it’s a choice, not armor.”

I held it for a second.

Then I folded it and left it on the counter.

“I’m going back in.”

“Why?”

“Because Madison said my name like I wasn’t in the room.”

Mom’s voice warmed. “Then go take your place in the room.”

The lights dimmed as I returned.

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