My Grandfather Asked Why I Was Walking With My Baby

was angry crying.

“You’re stealing my car!”

The officer turned toward her.

“Ma’am, stop.”

I did not wait for more.

I walked to the Cadillac, opened the driver’s door, and sat inside.

For a moment, I froze.

Their voices filled my head.

Too fragile.

Too emotional.

Too unstable.

You can’t handle it.

Then I looked in the rearview mirror.

I saw my own face.

Tired.

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