And I think back to that hospital bed.
To the phone call.
To my mother’s voice choosing a toast over my heartbeat.
And I know the truth:
I didn’t abandon my family.
They left me first.
I just stopped chasing them.
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And I think back to that hospital bed.
To the phone call.
To my mother’s voice choosing a toast over my heartbeat.
And I know the truth:
I didn’t abandon my family.
They left me first.
I just stopped chasing them.
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