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My heart squeezed in this painful, aching way I wasn't prepared for. Ethan had a weird family situation, but hearing it out loud… hearing how calmly he said it, like it was normal for parents to abandon their kids just to sip wine in Paris or backpack through Asia… it made something twist inside me.
I thought of my mom. I thought of all the ways she had failed me too, but at least she was there. Messy, distracted, and painfully unreliable, but still physically present. The thought of a thirteen-year-old Ethan packing a tiny bag and wandering into the woods because he felt so unwanted… it made my stomach knot. No kid deserved that kind of loneliness.
