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

of the windshield that will probably never come off. It sits in the back lot behind the clinic between a dumpster and the fence, and every person on my staff has asked me at least once why I don’t just junk it.

I keep it because I need it there.

On the hard days, and there are still hard days even now, I walk around back and put my hand on the hood. continue reading …