At my dad’s retirement dinner, he raised his glass…

dinner, I was sitting at my desk at the nonprofit where I work, the Women’s Safety Alliance. We help domestic violence survivors rebuild their lives. I make $51,000 a year. My office has two chairs, a filing cabinet that won’t close all the way, and a window that overlooks a parking lot.

My phone buzzed. A text from my mother.

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