I Said Yes Not Guilty
Language: en
I have a peculiar defect: I acknowledge everything, but I follow through on nothing. When I was eight, my foster mother made a living stripping catalytic converters and boosting electric mopeds. One afternoon, she parked me on a corner to keep watch. I thumped my chest with absolute conviction. "Don't worry, Mom! If anyone comes, I’ll tell you right away!" The second she turned her back, I squatted on the curb to watch a procession of ants drag a dead beetle into the grass. Twenty minutes later, she was shoved into the back of a squad car, zip-tied and screaming profanities. A few years…