What was unusual was the folder.

What was unusual was that one man, twenty years ago, had looked at a young woman marrying into money and thought not how nice for her but she will need a way to leave a room she doesn’t want to be in, and had quietly, patiently, made sure she would have one.

I did not get free because I was strong, though I found strength I didn’t know I had.

I got free because someone who loved me had made freedom possible before I ever knew I would need it.