My Father Texted Me One Sentence, So I Left The Country

was upset.”

“So yes.”

“He didn’t mean it like that.”

“How did he mean it, Mom?”

She had nothing. She started crying instead. My mother had two favorite exits: tears and casseroles. Casseroles weren’t possible over the phone.

I ended the call before I let her drag me into comforting her for what they were doing to me.

The Thing I Wasn’t Supposed To Remember

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