After I Refused To Pay Tuition, A Family Dispute Turned Violent—and Went On Record

was already a graveyard of colored blocks.

Now, boundaries meant: You don’t get to harm me, no matter who you are to me. Not even if you’re blood. Not even if you raised me on holidays and cut my birthday cakes.

Sometimes, late at night, when the ER was quiet and I found myself wandering through Trauma Three on my way to somewhere else, I’d pause by continue reading …