“Sometimes, I wish I was like that. Then, I wouldn’t have wasted the past three years with Owen. We weren’t too bad together, but I just can’t take the lying. I never, ever thought he’d put her in daycare without my consent, you know? I still have a hard time really understanding how he did it when he’s not on any of her records. I even went by the place- it’s kinda shady and it seems unsafe. I don’t think it’s wrong to take that as the last straw. And the more I think about it, the more I realize that a lot of what he did was really sketchy…” Going on and on in her self-assuring tirade, my sister talked the entire 20-minute journey, and I nodded and hummed and grunted when needed. Happiness spread through my veins at the softened lilt of self-depreciation in her voice; I couldn’t even exp
