My Mother Asked For Fifteen Thousand Dollars And Called Me The Family ATM So I Canceled Their Vacation And Walked Away

smiled.

“I guess I did,” I said.

After everyone had gone, I sat on the couch with Miso curled against my hip while rain tapped quietly on the windows. I opened the notebook I’d been carrying since Tokyo, its pages full now, lists and reflections and small promises I’d kept.

I found the line I’d written years ago: Help someone else break free.

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