My Son Told Me Not to Come for Christmas but Two Days Later My Phone Would Not Stop Ringing

photographs. Her parents occupied the center frames. Mine was there too, a photograph of me and Maria at Michael’s graduation, tucked behind a decorative vase so that you had to look for it. Maria in her blue dress, laughing at something I had said just before the shutter clicked, her hand on my arm. I had not noticed the vase arrangement before. I continue reading …