a bench by the lake. Maybe it ends in nothing more than a reminder that I am still wanted. All of those outcomes are fine.
Time, most of all, to finally live for myself.Track Flights
Kevin tried to take that from me at the airport when he reduced me to a credit card with a stethoscope, a convenient source of money and free childcare. He tried to make me believe I should be grateful for whatever scraps of attention he and his wife decided to throw my way, even while they rearranged my life around their convenience.
But I chose differently.
I chose the girl from the South Side who put herself through medical school. I chose the woman who scrubbed in on impossible cases and refused to give up on failing hearts. I chose the grandmother who still runs on the lakefront and books herself flights to Paris.
