“He threw us away like garbage, never realizing he was discarding the very hands that would one day hold the deed to his entire world.”

 

The Weight of the Past
The rain was coming down in sheets the night I was exiled. I was twenty-one, terrified, and clutching a stomach that had only just begun to swell. My father stood in the warm, golden light of the doorway, his face a mask of absolute disgust.