I could see she was covered with vomit as she ran into the kitchen to get a knife from the drawer, first threatening to stab herself, then waving it at me. I reached out and smacked her across the face, something I had never done in her twenty-four years on this earth. I cannot begin to express how much I needed to slap her. In fact, I have never wanted to slap anyone so much in my life. She crumbled to the floor crying that she wanted to die. “Why won’t you let me go?” she begged. “If you love me you’d let me die.” I thought about it in that moment: How selfish am I? This poor child is in
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