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I was officially homeless as I stood outside the house with a suitcase at precisely 12:10 PM on my eighteenth birthday. After I became a legal adult, my stepfather didn’t even wait five minutes. My mother? She simply stood next to him, expressionless, as though she hadn’t reared me for almost twenty years. Even after just two months of marriage, he already held more influence over her than I ever did. They wanted to start again, so they kicked me out, but they didn’t realize I was prepared for this. They’ll wake up to a letter that transforms everything tomorrow morning.
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Packing Her Bag
As I packed my luggage, the rain pattered against the ceiling. I picked up a beat-up hoodie and shoved it inside my luggage next to some books. The space seemed to be a mashup of my past and my future. It seemed like I was packing pieces of my former life and the promise of a fresh start with each fold and zipper pull. As I got ready to leave all I had once called home, I thought, This is it.
Packing Her Bag
