They Gave My Sister A House For Christmas So I Gave My Father One Envelope

I had filled and tended. Inside, the tree had its lights on and the glass bird was in its usual place. My kitchen was warm and the coffee things were where they always were and the garden was dormant but I knew its summer version, the specific things growing in it that I had planted and would plant again in spring.

I had built this. In the same years continue reading …