My Family Toasted

here to see you.”

I looked at the snow falling beyond my window.

“Send him up.”

I don’t know why I said it.

Maybe because it was Christmas Eve.

Maybe because I wanted to see whether the man who had filled rooms my whole life looked smaller outside them.

He did.

When I opened the door, Dad stood in the hallway wearing a dark wool coat, no scarf, his hair damp continue reading …