My Family Told My Daughter There Was No Room At Christmas While I Worked A Hospital Shift

me, Daniel, and Abby. We made too much food on purpose. Ham. Mac and cheese. Two pies. A ridiculous cheese board Daniel assembled with the seriousness of a man defusing a bomb.

At six o’clock, Abby looked at the table and smiled.

“There’s room,” she said.

I looked at the empty chairs. We had not filled them with people who demanded access just because continue reading …