My Family Kicked Me and My Child Out on Christmas Until Five Minutes Later They Begged Me to Fix It

and put them in the top drawer of my desk.

For two weeks, I walked past them like they were alive.

I kept returning to the word he had put on the folder. Not Rachel’s choice or Rachel’s decision. Rachel decides. Present tense. Like the deciding was not a one-time event but an ongoing quality he was trying to give back to me. I thought about what it would continue reading …