When I brought my daughter home from the ER, my mother had already thrown all our belongings outside. “Pay her rent or get out!” she screamed, demanding $2,000. I refused. My father slapped me so hard I hit the ground, bleeding—right in front of my child. He sneered, “Maybe now you’ll obey.” They thought that would break me. They had no idea what I was about to do next. – True Stories – Page 7

at my daughter. Then at the security camera above the porch light.

My parents had forgotten I installed it.

Slowly, I stood up. I wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand.

My mother laughed. “Where will you go?”

I picked up Ellie’s rabbit from the puddle and held it against my chest.

Then I said, “Somewhere you can’t follow.”

Part 2

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