There was no packing, no preparation, no goodbyes. My grandmother came and gave him his wool cap. He put it on and left in a hurry...

I was never the kind of person who had an abundance of friends. On the bus, I’d find the first available seat and sit there quietly...

I peeked inside to see my father destroying everything in his path. He was on one of his drunken rampages again. My mother was trying...