When she showed up at my apartment days later, knocking and shouting my name, I sat silently until she gave up and left. I felt better when she wasn’t around. So, one night, I took the shoebox of drawings to the dumpster behind my building.
As I threw it in, I remembered something Grandma Rose once told me:
“You are a strong, capable young woman, Alexa. Never forget your worth.”
She was right, so I chose not to be part of whatever Evelyn had planned. I wouldn’t be part of her life either.
I was choosing myself.
