My Mom Erased Me From Her New Family. The Day I Turned 18, I Erased Myself From Hers.

movie nights on Fridays, breakfast for dinner on Wednesdays, camping trips every summer to the state park dad had loved. She’d go through photo albums with me and point out details I’d forgotten. See that goofy hat? He wore it everywhere until I finally threw it away. We told stories about him together. We kept him alive together.

We were a team.

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