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

time.”

“Thank you,” I said quietly.

Before he hung up, he added one more thing, almost like an apology for the world.

“I’m sorry,” he said, “that you had to prove your sanity to be allowed to live your life.”

I stared at the phone after the call ended.

Then I whispered into the empty room, “Me too.”

That afternoon, I went for a walk on the beach.

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