At My Father’s Ceremony They Said I Could Not Do Anything Right Until I Walked In And Smiled

tired for tears, which is its own kind of feeling.

I lay down with the quilt over me and stared at the ceiling.

In the morning, I thought about what had happened in that hall for a long time before I got up. Not the salute, which people would talk about, though I doubted many would understand it correctly. But the moment before the salute, the moment continue reading …