They see change as dangerous and will exile anyone who asks for it. This is a perverted idea of family loyalty.
Choices, numberless as grains of sand, had layered and compressed, coalescing into sediment, then into rock, until all was set in stone.
The decisions I made after that moment were not the ones she would have made. They were the choices of a changed person, a new self.You could call this selfhood many things. Transformation. Metamorphosis. Falsity. Betrayal.I call it an education
