She Left the Family Home at 66—and We Tried to Bring Her Back

kids are grown?
Or do we own them forever because we came from them?

I stood up. “I’m going up tomorrow.”

My sister exhaled like I’d finally stopped being unreasonable. “Good. And if she’s not okay—”

“If she’s not okay,” I cut in, “we’ll do what we have to do. But I’m not sending strangers up there first.”

My brother scoffed. “You’re going to play rescuer continue reading …