Raven

Folks think you’re defined by where you grew up. This struck clearly, driving down the Carolina highway with my college mentor.
Glancing at a dilapidated trailer near the road, toys strewn in the yard, she observed, “Those poor kids living in there. What an awful situation.”
“I grew up in a trailer,” I said almost proudly.
She was quiet.
I hated that trailer. But, I knew it was the encircling love that defined me.