Twenty Years Ago, I Chose Freedom Instead Of Raising My Child—Then She Returned With A Baby Who Needed Me To Survive

job. A quiet apartment. Predictable routines. I went where I wanted, answered to no one, and convinced myself that meant I had made the right choice.

Sometimes, usually late at night, a thought would slip through anyway.

How old would she be now?

But I always pushed it back down quickly.

Because thinking about her meant thinking about what kind of person continue reading …