When I Was Four, My Mother Left Me Alone in a Church—Twenty Years Later She Returned Crying, “We Need You”
Older people rest there after community events.
Nobody knows a four-year-old once sat waiting for parents who would not return.
Good.
The world does not need to preserve my trauma in amber.
I know where it happened.
I also know what happened afterward.
Someone found me.
Someone stayed.
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