My Parents Took My Sister To Italy Until They Came Home To An Empty House

daughter. That was the cost of loving a family that had only valued my utility.

I sat on my bedroom floor surrounded by papers and understood, finally and completely, that I had a choice.

I could stay and continue the pattern. I could go to Italy on my own dime and take comfort from the fact that at least I had tried. I could slowly fade away, becoming continue reading …