My Parents Took My Sister To Italy Until They Came Home To An Empty House

that was warm and genuine in a way I couldn’t remember ever receiving.

I sat in my usual chair, the one with the slight wobble that no one else wanted. I served myself small portions, the way I always did. I had learned early that taking less was the safest way to disappear.

The conversation flowed around me like water around a stone. Dad talked about continue reading …