I plopped my body onto a hard plastic chair inside the Department of Health and Human Services and waited for my name to be called.
The office smelled like sweat and cigarettes even though it was cold outside and my seat was near the front door. I wanted to run out, to jump into my car and drive away. Instead I pulled my two-year-old daughter, Angela, onto my lap and hugged her like a security blanket.
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