The Message From My Son That Forced An Impossible Choice – The Archivist

speech! Susan, speech!”

I laughed, embarrassed, and waved my hands. “There’s no speech! Just eat, please.”

Kevin stepped forward, raising his beer like a microphone. “Come on, sis. Just a few words. You worked hard for this.”

He said it with that easy charm that had gotten him out of so many tight corners, the kind that used to melt me when he was a continue reading …