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

A paperweight Marcus had made for me in fourth grade shop class—”World’s Best Dad” carved into cheap wood with a child’s careful letters—rolled into a crack. The glass frame containing a photo of Sarah at our wedding, young and beautiful and full of hope, shattered right across her smile.

“Oops,” Tiffany said lightly, examining her manicured nails.continue reading …