At 18 My Dad Told Me to Leave and Gave My Room to My Sister

weeks after I left home, I sat at the Hollises’ kitchen table and wrote my father a letter by hand. Two full pages. I told him the drugs weren’t mine. I told him I loved him. I told him I just wanted to come home. I mailed it on a Tuesday. It came back four days later with the envelope still sealed, not a single crease in it, and across the front in continue reading …