After a Family Dispute at the Airport, I Chose a Trip — and a Life — on My Own Terms
The airport was buzzing with the usual vacation energy—rolling suitcases, bright sandals, and families laughing as they argued about gate numbers. Then, in a single moment, everything changed. My sister Kara lashed out and struck me in front of strangers, as if it were nothing more than a dramatic punctuation mark in her…
