My Sister Erased Me From Thanksgiving, 7 Years Lat…

Caleb fell asleep before we hit the bridge. He had his thumb in his mouth and bunny under his chin.

I looked at him in the rear view. I thought about every Thanksgiving since he was born. Three.

Three years of being the soft one, the tolerated one, the one who ruined the picture. Tomorrow, Caleb might forget being told to stay home. I would be the one continue reading …