The Truth I Carried Home
I had a child to think about.
From that moment on, I always would.
People have asked me, over the years, how I found the strength to keep walking down those steps, and the honest answer is that it was not strength, not the way people mean it.
It was that I had run out of other options, and that when a person runs out of options, they discover they can carry things they never believed they could.
I was not brave on that porch.
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