A Tin of Old Photographs Revealed Why a Best Friend Kept Helping

rabbit by its worn left ear.

“Daddy has a drawing on his skin,” Mia said, swinging her legs.

I stopped wiping the counter, the damp sponge heavy in my hand. “What did you say, sweetie?”

“On his ear,” Mia said, pointing her small finger behind her own right ear. “Like Uncle Harold.”

“Uncle Harold doesn’t have a drawing there,” I said, keeping my voice soft.continue reading …