My Parents Left Me in the ICU and Flew to Cancun Until I Saw the Same Name on the Visitor Log Every Night

existed as a resource to be drawn from rather than a quality I had developed for my own survival. As if being capable meant I had agreed, somewhere in the fine print of childhood, to be capable on their behalf without limit.

Over five years I had given them more than ninety thousand dollars. I had counted once, late at night at my kitchen table with continue reading …