The year I turned seven I overheard my mother discussing a child abuse case she was working on with my father; the little boy wouldn’t make it from the injuries he sustained. She said he wouldn’t let go of her hand when she went to see him.

The only true data we have to go off of is what actually happened — everything else we have to remind ourselves is something we made up or something our friends made up. Accurate or off-base, it is a story we are telling ourselves.


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