Can’t I have just one more day? One more day of hearing you telling me about our ancestors and explaining how important it is to remember them. And now you’re there with them on the other side of that veil. One more day of you explaining to me how to hold a carving knife and…
Two years ago on a rainy night, I felt my father’s last tight squeeze and last kiss. I remember I tilted my face to catch the kiss so it wouldn’t rub my cheek. I didn’t want his cologne to get on me because I knew I’d break out in a rash and I was far…
