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I ran away with a boy when we were both still children because I believed love ruled the world. All of the tender thoughts, the soft caresses, kisses into nightfall became anger, bitterness, disgust.
I lingered on the pathway home.
“You run off, don’t bother coming home,” they’d said. Yet here I was, hopeful, sad, wary.
The curtain rustled, the door opened, and I stood there, a shell of the once defiant, in-love girl.
I stepped forward. Mama smiled and opened her arms.
“There’s a whole mess of living to do, girl. Mistakes are just part of it. All of ours.”