When I was 11, my mom took a month-long trip and left me alone with just $20. When she finally returned home… the last thing she expected was to see police officers waiting at the door…

trusted person I would feel safe staying with.

There was.

The arrangements afterward felt strange because adults were suddenly asking me questions and waiting to hear my answers instead of deciding what those answers should be.

Did I want my backpack?

Yes.

Did I need clothing?

Yes.

Was there anything important inside my room?

I considered it.

Then I said, “My continue reading …