I had simply stopped allowing other people to decide what I was required to surrender.

For most of my life, I thought belonging was something other people granted you when you were useful, agreeable, or easy enough to keep around.

Grandpa had shown me a different version without ever naming it.

Belonging could be quiet.

It could be a chair saved for you.

A person who listened when you spoke.

A name written on a grocery list because someone wanted to remember to call.

And sometimes, when that kind of belonging is threatened, protecting it is not selfish.

It is simply refusing to disappear.

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