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

my name. My relationship with my parents exists thinly. I call once a month. We discuss the weather and my grandmother’s health and nothing that matters. We do not discuss the money. We do not discuss Thanksgiving. Travis and I do not speak, though Jenna sends me photographs of Lily sometimes, a small girl in a tutu eating spaghetti with both hands,continue reading …