These were the days before cell phones, so Darren had no way to call my parents But some how Mom get it in her head that I’d had my own denstist’s appointment that day and was probably there waiting. The desk called me to the phone, and it was my mom on the other side, telling me that my dentist appointment had been canceled and rescheduled to another day. “I’m coming to get you in just a minute,” Mom said.
It was all I could do not to break down right then and there in the office. I still wanted to run away; I still didn’t want to live at home; I still didn’t think my parents cared about me—except I could tell mom had been crying before she got on the phone. I was angry that my plans had been disrupted and I was going to be going back home after all. But I held back those tears of frustration until that night when I was supposed to be going to sleep. If she ever figured out that I had tried to pull a stunt like running away, she never let on. SO I escaped punishment but still had a long time to go before I could leave home