At My Grandfather’s Will Reading My Father Said I Would Get Nothing

a small room from someone who didn’t ask questions.

And I kept going.

Because stopping wasn’t an option.

My family moved on just as easily.

Photos appeared online—holiday dinners, birthdays, smiling faces gathered around tables I used to sit at. No one mentioned me. No one explained anything.

It was as if I had been edited out of a picture that didn’t need continue reading …