They Called Me “Poor Old Mom”—So I Bought a One-Way Freedom Ticket

I didn’t poison them.

Because that is what immature adults do.

They recruit children into wars.

I refused.

I told them the truth in a way a child could hold without choking on it.

I told them I loved them.

I told them I wasn’t lost.

I told them sometimes grown-ups make decisions that are complicated, and sometimes people say untrue things when they are angry continue reading …