My Family Laughed at a Cruel Christmas Card About Me So I Left the Country and Let Them Find the Folder

write for school, and I found myself sharing memories of my own childhood, stories I hadn’t thought about in years.

“My grandmother used to tell me that every person has many different lives inside them,” I told Anna as we worked on her essay. “Sometimes we have to be brave enough to start a new one.”

Anna looked up at me with serious dark eyes. “Did continue reading …