My Nephew Smashed My 8000 Dollar Gibson Guitar And My Family Expected Me To Forgive Him

I said. Silence followed, not comfortable exactly, but honest. I’m sorry, he said. I know, I told him. Can we fix this, he asked. We can try, I said. Slowly. He understood what slowly meant. Years, not weeks. I stayed thirty minutes and left. No promises made. Just presence.

My own life kept moving forward while theirs continued to unravel. I released continue reading …