At a gas station, I saw my daughter sleeping in a van with her child. I asked, “Where’s the apartment I bought for you?” She broke down crying. “My husband and my mother-in-law said I have no rights… they told me it isn’t mine, and said my child and I should go find somewhere else to stay.” My throat tightened. I said, “Come with me. Right now.”
When I pulled into that gas station on the edge of the city, the kind that sits just off the[…]
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