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They Handed Her a Bus Ticket and Told Her to Leave. They Never Imagined Who She Really Was Becoming.
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If I hadn’t been pushed, I might never have left.
But I stopped carrying it with me.
Months later, an email arrived from my father.
“I’ll be in Seattle for work. If you’re open to it, we could get coffee.”
I said yes.
We met in a small café, nothing fancy. He arrived on time, sat across from me, and stared into his cup before speaking.
“I thought pressure would make you strong,” he said. “I didn’t know how else to help.”
