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They Handed Her a Bus Ticket and Told Her to Leave. They Never Imagined Who She Really Was Becoming.
“Have a nice trip,” she said. “Maybe working tables will help you figure things out.”
Tears. Anger. Begging. Shame.
None of it came.
What I felt instead surprised even me.
Calm.
“Okay,” I said.
I stood up, hugged my mother without a word, and went to my room. I pulled an old backpack from the closet and packed a few clothes, my laptop, and a notebook I never went anywhere without. When I walked out the front door, no one followed me. No one asked if I was okay.
