The Last Seat on The Bus

Days of Hate and Psychosis

Photo by Jed Villejo on Unsplash

When I was eleven years old my mother had a psychotic break. She grabbed me from the front yard of our home where I was playing with my older brother and shoved me into the car and drove away. I cried for my brother as he disappeared behind us. I saw him hang his head. I never saw that home again.