My Family Had Me Thrown Out of My Own House

angle. You could see the front path, half the patio, and the line of citronella lanterns leading toward the dock. My black sweater. My bag. My mother spotting me. The way her whole body changed direction.

Then audio again.

Everything they said to me.

Everything.

You don’t realize how bad a thing is until you hear it back with no chance to soften it. My continue reading …