turn. I let myself cry once at the mirror one time.
Then I came back. When my turn came, I said, “I am thankful for the woman who pulled out a chair for a stranger and her boy seven years ago, and for the man who didn’t ask why.” Vincent winked at me. Rosalia squeezed my hand.
Caleb said his last. He said, “I am thankful that we found a bigger table.continue reading …
