Daily Archives April 1, 2011

Sixteen

For the first time in weeks, I was alone. Just a few months prior, I had been homeless, and I had spent much time alone. At that time, I never would have thought I’d welcome alone time again. But there I was, grateful for quiet.

I had come to appreciate the beauty in silences. Too many years of angry shouting—my parents shouting at me, my parents shouting at each other, my sister shouting at me, the man I’d just left shouting at me, his family shouting at each other—so silence and peace and quiet were all treasured.

With one phone call, the call I was about to make, all the silence, the peace, the quiet would be changed. It would, I feared, be replaced by questions, lots of questions, so many questions. And tears. There would be questions, tears, and perhaps shouting again.

That wa...

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