he couldn’t buy his way out of: himself.
Sometimes, late at night, I’d rock my son to sleep and think about how easily my life could’ve stayed trapped in that old story. If I’d begged Aaron to stay. If I’d believed him when he called me defective. If I’d let Leticia’s voice be louder than my own.
But I didn’t. I walked away. I chose truth. And I built continue reading …
