I Gave Away the Birthday Chocolates, Then the Screaming Started

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My mother’s funeral.

Dad’s hand already on Evelyn’s lower back.

Melissa’s voice in the hallway telling me I should try not to make everything about myself.

Brandon at twelve now, but in my memory still little, hugging my leg like I was the last solid thing in the room.

So I didn’t put the chocolates in my pantry.

I put them in the passenger continue reading …