Jan 7, 2018
8 min read
You can handle more than you think
The summer I turned 16, we moved. Like desert nomads, we packed up our lives and hit the road with barely a month’s notice. Few goodbyes, zero farewell parties. Not even a moment for regret. My mom had won another trip to the asylum, so that left me in charge of preparing the house for market. And taking care of my little brother.
