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

the doorway, not entering, just looking at the room like it was a museum exhibit behind glass.

“Are you hungry?” I asked. “I can make you lunch. Do you like grilled cheese sandwiches?”

No response.

“Or we have peanut butter and jelly. Or I could make spaghetti. I’m not the world’s best cook, but I can manage the basics.”

Still nothing.

I knelt down again,continue reading …