After Six Years of Payments, My Dad Laughed and Said There Was No Account

which was three-quarters of the way, and let the cold air hit my face. I didn’t have an answer. But the question had taken up residence in me in a way that didn’t feel like it was going to leave on its own.

At year three I asked my mother for the account number rather than just the balance. I wanted to set up my own online access. She was wiping down continue reading …