At my sister’s wedding, my parents demanded i hand…

family. It’s important.

I knew what that meant.

In my family, family was always a weapon. It meant do what we want or you’re selfish. Sacrifice what you have or you’re ungrateful. Erase yourself or you don’t love us. I had spent thirty-five years learning that language and four months learning I didn’t have to speak it anymore.

I got dressed. Midnight continue reading …