I killed my mother.
That’s what I think the next morning when I see her on the floor in the kitchen with a puddle of orange juice floating around her.
I began to hope Darla could succeed. I’d been writing a fictional version (originally entitled Sneakers for obvious reasons) inspired by my experience with Darla.
Darla was 15. I honestly could not believe that her mother was going to leave her in a homeless shelter over Christmas!