That night I called my mother, crying so hard I could barely breathe.
You know what she said?
“Maya, I already have enough problems. Your sister Lauren just got divorced and is moving back home with her three kids. I can’t deal with your drama right now.”
Drama.
My entire life falling apart was “drama.”
My father spoke to me for about 45 seconds.
“You made your choices, Maya. You’re an adult now. Figure it out.”
I could hear a football game playing in the background.
The only person who truly helped me was my cousin Jesse.
He checked on me. He brought groceries when I couldn’t afford them.
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