At A Restaurant Dinner, My Family Asked Me To Sign Something I Was Not Expecting

form of meaning.

A pen appeared. I did not see where it came from. It was simply there beside the papers, cap already off.

“We just need your signature, sweetheart,” my father said. “It’s the best thing for everyone.”

I picked up the pages and read them from the beginning, slowly, because I had learned not to sign things quickly. The first page established continue reading …