At 18 My Dad Told Me to Leave and Gave My Room to My Sister

small plastic bag with something green inside that I had never seen before in my life.

He didn’t ask me a question. He didn’t give me a chance to speak. He just pointed at the hallway and said, “Pack your things.”

I looked past him. Jocelyn was standing at the end of the hall. She wasn’t surprised. She wasn’t upset. She smiled, small and quick, like continue reading …