Why I Was Terrified to Say Yes
I wanted to scream at him.
I wanted to grab Marissa and slam the door.
But fear hit first.
I was 58.
Too old, I told myself.
What if I failed her?
What if something happened to me and she ended up on another porch one day, begging another stranger not to leave?
Then I looked at her — school uniform, tears, shaking hands clinging to my shirt like I was the only solid thing in her world.
I thought about every morning I’d promised her I wouldn’t leave.
And I realized something brutal:
If I said no, I would become another person who walked away.
So I said the words that changed both of our lives:
“I’ll take her.”
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