Fifteen Years To Forget My Family

My son's preschool was holding a family field day.

I rushed there as fast as I could, only to see him holding hands with my husband's secretary.

"Mommy Mara, I wish we could be a family like this forever," he said.

Seeing the three of them hugging, looking like a picture-perfect family, I felt a sudden, crushing exhaustion.

I decided right then to apply for a divorce.

I also signed up for a fifteen-year teaching mission in the most remote, rural part of the country.

If I couldn'