After My Divorce, We Moved In With My Parents — Then They Gave My Kids’ Rooms To My Brother’s Baby

only to the people who love them.

“It looks cleaner this way,” Katie said. “And more functional for tracking his needs.”

I held Lily’s drawing of our family — four people in front of a house, the sun enormous and yellow — and asked where it should go.

“Maybe their bedrooms,” Katie said. “Or you could start a scrapbook.”

I stood in my parents’ kitchen and continue reading …