The school called. “Your daughter hasn’t been pick…

grows up visiting her father in prison.”

He whispered that I was a monster.

That almost made me smile.

“No,” I said. “I’m a mother. You just taught me how.”

He signed.

His hand shook so badly he could barely get through his own name, the same name he once used to authorize the theft of my genetic material and my future.

I took the signed pages, put them continue reading …