My Grandfather Asked Why I Was Walking With My Baby

what was mine and convince me I was selfish for wanting it back.

Now it meant something else.

It meant the day someone saw me.

It meant the day I told the truth.

It meant the day my grandfather said, “Get in.”

It meant the day I stopped asking permission to survive.

My phone buzzed.

A message from my grandfather.

How are you and Noah?

I typed back:

Safe.

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