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

of silence. I didn’t walk to him. I didn’t wave. I held his gaze for a long moment and then nodded, once, small. He nodded back. He stood there while the crowd filed inside. Then he got in his truck and drove away.

After the last handshake and the last thank you, it was just me and Diane sitting on the metal bench outside the entrance. The banner was continue reading …