Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

finally refused to bend. I thought of my mother, too attached to her narrative of victimhood to see the part she’d played. I wished them no harm, but I no longer felt responsible for their outcomes.

I had cut away the rot.

Inside, Noah stirred and sighed in his sleep.

I had cleared the ground so my son could bloom in healthier soil.

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